"Thief" A Poem by V.G. Grace on the after-effects of a loved one's death

Coming out of darkness,
 

an unspeakable blind-side;

 

in the midst of love,

the midst of life,

throwing its victim on a sordid ride.


Dark hands clutching what's left in the light,

oh, the weakness consumes,

oh, it gets harder to fight.


Cold sun rises bringing unique agony;

a body telling tales

of condemnation,

resignation.
 

But, God, what about the family?



There will be much left untold for wondering generations;

fragments of memory,

mere shards,

only half a recollection.



What does it mean when there is punishment for no crime,

undeserving repercussions through a waning span of time?



Where do hearts travel to seek answers,

some cosmic, immortal truth;

for pieces of destiny ripped out,

lain bleeding,

with remains of the childrens' youth?