Early Signs Of Grief

The wounds still fresh, the pain still strong,
Beneath the ground, with you, is where I belong.

You’re numbered years, still vivid and so few,
My only refuge is the memories of you.

We all still hurt but try to move on,
Still we stray to your tomb, from dusk till dawn.

I call upon you, at all unearthly hours,
No hour too great, for a brotherhood like ours.

I plea for you to invade my dreams,
To tell me that which I never knew,
But you hear me not, for I have sinned,
Affections aside… I understand!

Yearn as I may,
I cannot redeem your wrongs,
For what you sow, so shall you reap,
Alas, I can but only pray the lord your soul to keep.

[Cluster II]