They Could Not Well Describe Him

Loss can make you lose your senses
Everything connected to grief
You whisper to things for answers
Lack of sleep for apparitions
Yet, nothing changes.

The world around you starts to fade
While the voices try your crazy
Somehow he might just be dealing
His insides start to collapse
He’s going insane.

I don’t know how to describe him
He has locked himself in a maze
His reason a mental prison
One day I might touch his madness
And figure him out.

Vera