Loss Poem by james tj24

why does he take the best
when time stops still
like broken clocks beneath the hill
when serpents hiss whispers in the night
and eyes no longer in a drought
rainfall so heavy all heads must bow
can not such pain be lost?

unseen and unheard can't stay that way
why me lord why me are there debts that i must pay.
it can't be love it must be hate
why take them from our earth this day!
we look for reason like an abyss
and lose our hearts in the marianas trench
we think we've lost our heart's desire
less like a lead destroyed by pillar's fire

The rooms get cold and empty like our hearts
For what we've found might just be lost

Dedicated to Mrs. Zaraaonandia. I wish we could've met...