No Comfort But My Own Poem by Chris Embrick

I had no comfort but my own
No peaceful valley near for rest
The burden mine to bear alone
Strangers showing little interest
No smiles from neighbors passing by
A dozen roses on the chest
Through the fog, glimpses of blue sky
Up ahead, the journey's end
Around the grave the dirt piled high
The eulogy soon to begin
A simple cross her gray tombstone
Behind me lay, my wife dear Gwen
Her years of life too quickly gone
I had no comfort but my own.