Tides of the Enigma

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on mourning

days to sit, days to feel

days to work, days to heal

unprepared for the cold reality soon to be realized

a heart locked up the day you died

no time to feel, no time to cry

a loss so sudden there was no time for goodbyes

fist clenched, bloody ruthless anger ensued

not your fault that I am lost without you

you were always there, ready to guide me

unwavering security knowing you were watching behind me

I’ll try to lead the family so loosely stitched together

trials and tribulations not certain I can weather

some ties severed

can never be resolved