Bears on the Stairs

THE LOSS OF A CHILD Losing a child is catastrophic. A parent becomes an emotional brick. Life as it was vanished so quick. "WHY ME? WHY MY CHILD?!" "I feel sick!" That type of a death is the most tragic! I once was happy! Now, I'm heartsick! There's a huge knot in my stomach. My brain's full of static. My whole life's in a panic. My son and I used to play and frolic. Now, my good moments are very sporadic. I'm either hypnotic or quite frantic. Sometimes, my existence seems so nomadic, Drifting in and out of life; I feel catatonic. Years later, I don't feel as drastic. I remember good times; it's almost automatic. Sadness and grief still appear; for a second it's toxic. Then, I go on without being ritualistic or robotic. I laugh and I cry; it's quite simplistic.