My grief

My grief is a bottomless ocean without borders.
Its waves are dark, its waters are deep.
I cannot escape it.
It carries me farther and farther to the horizon.
Will I ever see light there?

I have no weight, I have no will, I am a straw.
I am floating, sliding from wave to wave.
I cannot resist.
I am moving farther and farther to the horizon.
Will I ever see light there?

My mind is empty, my soul is dead.
My eyes are dry from tears no shed.
I am a glass jar.
I am drifting farther and farther to the horizon.
Will I ever see light there?

I look at the skies and ask them "Why?"
The skies are silent, the stars are faded.
They have no answer.
They are leading me father and father to the horizon.
Will I ever see light there?

I scream, I cry, I dare, I ask.
I know the answer and ,yet, I don't.
I am dreaming:
If only I could and reached the horizon-
Will I ever see light there?

October 15, 2016 , walking in twilight.