DEATH IN A TEXT

At the strike of the twentieth hour the universe paused.

The earth tremors around my heart, its beatings paused.

The scrolls of a space without time rolled to this text.

My tears of pain rolled down the text.

My Alice divorced life, remarried death.

Now I court pain, my eyes, our children, wept.

Encrypted in the message first, was disbelief

In false hope, I found relief.

My faith struck firm like a nail on the wall of a dilapidated building

Though built tall its foundation yielding

My anger broke down denial into depression

My lover left me in grief’s suppression.

My wails have now being mute, but not done

My pain in now numb, but not gone.