The Eulogy of life grows ever black;
A telegram, now laden with blue tears.
My boy’s been killed! – He’s never coming back - His older ‘self’ deprived of earthly years.
The brightest days of youth – so far away,
The building blocks of life so strong and clear.
In fledgling times – so happy and so gay! Memorials, so oft’ times disappear...
Make haste dark night, encompassing my soul -
My God on High! How do I carry on?
How gloomy and how bleak is this black hole - Relentless are the memories - foregone…
Oh Holy Ghost - Thy darkness beckons me... I beg ye hold my hand - that I might see.
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