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?