Irate

Irate

Tears are stinging. 

Head is ringing. 

There are questions that linger.

That deserve the finger.

See I am irate.

God laughs, berates.

Saints talk about faith.

All that’s left is wraith.

Every day I see him dead. 

When I am lying in bed. 

When I drive down the road. 

The love is stowed. 

Rhiannon, she’s there. 

I’m froze. I just stare. 

Her body so cold. 

SIDS I’m told. 

But both are in the ground. 

Their voice makes no sound. 

I feel defeated. 

Defenseless and cheated. 

Sit here lost in my mind. 

Memories are so hard to find. 

The anger fogs my sight. 

Also darkens the light. 

Heart is shattered. 

Soul is tattered. 

There is no hope. 

Only ways to cope.