Son
Since your death
I’ve been renovating
Wrecking myself
Crashing down heart walls
Stumbling through the rubble
Of a life wasted
Pulling invisible cables
Trying to hoist myself up
Out of the depths of despair
Depression can’t have me
I’m elevating
Adding multiple floor levels
Insulating and protecting myself
Layering bricks of numbness
Upward out of the mire
Of should have
Could have
What if
If only
Tears flow
Like a fountain
Forming a mote of memories
Surrounding me
On all sides
My thoughts are the bridge
Separating the fragile glass castle
Of my heart
From the dark mired forrest of grief
Threatening to overtake my mind
E.A.Fussell
05.08.2021
E. A. Fussell 