WHERE NOW TO GO?

A FATHER TALKS TO HIS DEAD SON

Where now to go and where to move on?
Whose shoulder to lean head upon
after your death, my son?

Darkness surrounds me,
huge waves of grief,
and dangerous sea,

feelings hurt either long or brief,
all kinds of triggers
set me off to tears,

(sense of failure or fears
of not enough done)
often figures,

where are you?
My lost son, where's your soul?

What to say or do
to escape the dark hole
of grieving
since your death,
since your leaving?

No matter whether morning sun
or night's white moon's glow,
I miss you my son
and grieve deep as you know.