Shipwrecked

I feel so depressed...
The cold numbed some of it
There's a black cloud over me
I'm going to group
to help this grieving process...
Not too many people understand...........

Sometimes, when I'm sleeping adrift...
slightly awake, I think he's next to me...
and I feel good
as in a softly rocking boat
swaying quietly in rhythm

then I realize he's gone...
and a great overcast of
sadness comes over me...

I'm foggy emotionally...

Somewhat in shock...
and stormy cause I'm angry

My fair weather friends
have their own lives
I feel alone

Not in tune...
Only incessant rain
clouds my mirror
and my windows
It's pouring out

I'm huddled in a corner
My ship sank
I can't swim

Though sometimes on
a clear day....
Birds come out
of the clear blue sky
and sing to me
That's Don
communicating
letting me know
he's alright

I wish I could be
a bird
and say something
back...

One day the sun
will rise again..
and I'll reunite
with him
For God made
the birds
and Don soars
with them
and as they chirp
to me
I know one day
I'll be going over
the rainbow
I'll be going home too....