We ...the walking wounded...

we ....the walking wounded
We ....the living corpses
who have lost
spouses ,
children , pets....
 jobs'n houses !
we flagellate our minds
with relentless whiplashes
' if we had done this ...
if we had done that ....
he/she/it ...would still
be amongst the living .'
in the torturous furnace
of imagination....
in the relentless purgatory
of our minds
in the eviscerating masochism
of our grief
we toss & turn
Our Truth is not the glorious
Narrative of the super successful
Olympic Gold medallists....
Nobel Laureates....
we wallow in darkness
we the walking wounded
who bring up the rear
of Human existence...
this my anguished tribute
to all of us who have suffered
the falling scythe of untimely
exit of our loved ones.
we who are condemmed
to be strong enough to survive
but weak enough to cry
nightly tears of loneliness
....sigh