Three dogs and another one on her way
Two kids and a house and in-laws
Two brothers and their kids too

I'm the bomb
I'm the grenade
I'm the explosion
leaving nothing but death and destruction behind me

I sit in my sack cloth and ashes
with shards of a heart
still smoldering
Pathetic pity party over stayed its welcome.

Grief is a funny thing,
but nothing to laugh at really
Just something to trudge through
with muddied boots

Doing my best
not to drown anyone else
in my wake
I was the destroyer this time
Next time, someone else
can operate the detonator,
Because I'm done with it.
Next adventure!