Death Never Fathomed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Coasting down the highway of bereavement, nothing to
hold onto, images fading with each passing moment.

Black ebony sky upon me, no one else able to stand
here with me in my sorrow.

There is no caring or understanding to be had, nothing
or no one can reach me now.

For I am now grieving somewhere else in another dim-
ension far from this earthly life.

People reaching out, saying words they believe will heal
my hurt and pain.

Trying to smile, thanking them, yet walking away, still
being dazed by effects of death upon me.

No healing has begun because I'm beyond this life, living
in an existence that is no longer alive like others are.

Mourning alone, knowing that your death will never be
fathomed as long as I am alive, even I cannot understand
any of it, my love.