Loss

I entered a darkness greater than the night

Where every facet of the will was shorn,

The psychic moorings loosened in my plight

I drifted in a trough of the forlorn.

This vessel tossed upon a sea of strife

Foundered on the shoals in its slow drift

Towards the rock-strewn shores of other life,

Closed to the force once known that could uplift

The sinking of the soul, the gaping hole

That rapier death inflicted with such stealth

When he with merciless swiftness came and stole

The light of days, the inner being's wealth,

The treasure by which my spirit long had grown

And left me half-completed and alone,

A life to live less meaningful than stone,

For the unknown sins of ages to atone.

Yet faith shall heal me and on its return

I shall no longer yield to grief and pain

All suffering and sorrow I must spurn

And walk with joy into the light again.