The information came,
Quick and sudden,
In layers it clouds my mind of all brightness,
A layer of desolation
And one of despair,
Spinning, twisting, and turning about,
Confusion, bitterness, and fear,
So many more
I cannot count.
Why? Why does it have to be?
The ache, the pain, is too deep
My tears flow freely,
Bringing no relief,
Nothing can, nothing will,
erase this sorrow.
Why? Why does it have to be?