Loss

...These days there is a perpetual night... always there is a dark sort of sorrow, confusion and grief that taunts my soul. My waking hours are spent in a mechanical numbness, only to be followed in the evenings by a broken dam of painfilled tears. How long will this last? 

Everywhere I go it follows me, into every thought and through every open field of grass and patch of sun. I cannot escape it - it will not stop... 

...When will this mourning end

....and the morning come?