Sitting on the edge of grief
The gloomy world stares back
Alone, near the precipice
Barrage of questions
Attack the mind
Why was I chosen to grieve?
One of the pieces of life’s puzzles
Somehow I don’t fit now
Only time will come to heal
The mourning heart
Till then let me be alone
And nurse my heart to health
And be ready to fit the puzzle
Till then let me come to terms
What life has offered me?