The Bittersweet of Sorrow

The bittersweet of sorrow retreating from the light

Loses any trace of sweetness abandoning the fight

No effort to remember, no hope to look ahead

No comfort for the moment, no faith in living words is left

here among the dead

Trading pain for numbness will not make it go away

No matter what you tell yourself, you know it’s here to stay

In this place of no more dying - because everything has died

Not a living heart still trying to recall the sweetness

of better days and times

Dry and lifeless like a tinderbox hiding in the dark

Almost as if it’s waiting for a single well-placed spark

Hope among the hopeless comes from without, placed tenderly within

Life comes only from the living, spoken first into existence

when repeated - life begins again