Stages...

The calm after the storm,
a sense of relief
the knowing frees you
growing stronger from within
for there is nothing without
that can help you now.

The shock,
like ice water,
freezing your soul
as you struggle
for a semblance of control.

Denying the truth,
like Peter,
but more than three times
over the course of the night
Trying to find the sense,
hoping for a glimmer of light
at the end of that dark tunnel.

Anger simmers,
waiting to boil
looking for an excuse
to burn all in your path.
Beware the lava that flows
from the wound in my heart.

Ready to make a deal with the Devil
though already in Hell
My life has been a nightmare
what else is left to foretell?
Happy endings are for fairy tales.

Depression is not a strong enough word
There must be a word in Greek,
the lovers of Tragedy, to better convey
Melancholia comes close but not close enough

Accept your fate
before it's too late
realize we start dying
the minute we are born
and all we ever have is a new morning...