Grief Poem by Richard Hughes

I refuse, still, to believe
That this could ever happen to me
Callously and daily, I speak of death
So why is this how I now feel?

Love tends to make one happy or sad
And yet today, I am just mad
Angry, confused and alone
How can I ever, for this, atone?

And now with life, I can't contend
No matter how much I have pled
His name remains steadfast condemned
And too soon, shall he be dead

So please don't make me, in misery, stay
When his breath truly, "in silence rests"
These words I wrote ring true this day
Yet no love can overcome these tests

Perhaps I say these words in haste
Perhaps joy can, to me, return
And with it, my pain could be erased
And my life will go on without concern