Memories emerge from the darkness
of the night becoming one with my soul
like the rivers that flow into the sea.
These hours before dawn are like a cold
rain pounding into my heart. The grief is
fierce as it raises then returns to consume
my spirit, assaulting my senses. The depths
of my courage wounded, I am listing in a sea
of sorrow my life filled with more grief than
many can bear. I search for a miracle, hope
merges with despair, is my destiny to lose
all that I have ever loved. It is the hard cold
hour before departing this misery.