The pain of it all
burrows deep within me
I weep uncontrollably
for lovers that will never be
for children who will never heal.

I weep for young mothers
not knowing their children will die,
....and not knowing why.

I cry for the beauty of the world,
soon to be taken away,
for great artists, musicians, poets
whose creations won't see
another day.

I moan in the present...
for I see the future.
Ah, I feel the pain
which wrenches my soul
from its' moorings
and casts it out onto
a sea of sorrows
...adrift and alone.
I feel the pain.

Kay Elaine Ekwall© l999