Grieving

The end of June has left me feeling numb

as nature grieves my loss in bitter rain,

yet still I wait for better days to come.

Their words to me are in a static hum.

I smile with feelings I am forced to feign.

The end of June has left me feeling numb.

Alone again, I hear the steady drum

of crying rain against the windowpane,

yet still I wait for better days to come.

They start to tell me off for being glum

like I have lost my right for feeling pain.

The end of June has left me feeling numb.

Despite its cloudy skies and anxious thrum,

my body beats against its tethered chain,

yet still I wait for better days to come.

Finally, my loss in the lives of some

just now becomes another blurry stain.

The end of June has left me feeling numb,

yet still I wait for better days to come.