In the eye of the storm

This poem is dedicated to everyone who has experienced that moment or moments when sorrow hits the hardest. When the realization that the person you loved is really gone and it feels as if the grief could consume you. This is the eye of the storm and your Zenith.

Anxiety comes first

Before the pain when the

Crying begins and feelings of being

Distraught and hopelessness creep in as

Energy drains and each tear

Falls like a drenching rain

Grief so strong it's overpowering

Hard to bear this

Incredible burden and no

Justification as you

Know that relief won’t come

Long nights drenching the bed with

Moisture from sweat and crying

No idea how to stop the

Oceans of teardrops on the

Pillow from a thirst that can’t be

Quenched that

Repeats night after night as the

Stain of grief and loss

Thrusts through your body with

Unimaginable sorrow

Vexing you

Without restraint like a

Xyster scrapping your bones as you

Yield to the sorrow until the

Zenith passes and you breathe again