The hollow hole that was once my stomach, but now a gut-wrenching anguish consumes my soul.

Puddles of dispare fall from my fountain eyes while rivers of remorse distort my pitiful face.

Layers of memories cloud my mind as former happy occasions only add to my grief.

Questions without answers trouble my thoughts and even when injured I’ve never felt such pain.

My faith lays temporarily shattered in distressed anger as I'm frustrated at the consequence of this surreal reality.

Exhausted by an emotional workout that leaves me limp and to say the very least, I am grief-stricken.