How can

you explain

a loneliness,

a sadness

so pervasive

that

no words

can describe?

When

all that is left

is a hole

while

everything around

is a bustle

of activity?

How can you

explain

anguish, grief,

and strife

when

the war being waged

is within?

When all that

is left

is a pit

while

everything around

is

a merry celebration

how

can you explain

shadows –

overwhelming emptiness

when

I can’t even

explain myself?