Bears on the Stairs

THE LOSS OF A CHILDLosing a child is catastrophic.A parent becomes an emotional brick.Life as it was vanished so quick.WHY ME? WHY MY CHILD?! I feel sick!That type of a death is the most tragic! I once was happy!Now Im heartsick!Theres a huge knot in my stomach.My brains full of static.My whole lifes in a panic.My son and I used to play and frolic.Now my good moments are very sporadic.Im either hypnotic or quite frantic.Sometimes my existence seems so nomadic Drifting in and out of life; I feel catatonic.Years later I dont feel as drastic.I remember good times; its almost automatic.Sadness and grief still appear; for a second its toxic.Then I go on without being ritualistic or robotic.I laugh and I cry; its quite simplistic.