To have something and to hold it and then have that disappear is like a depth without measure it feels like darkness. A life undone Incomplete yet forced to fight it Sorrow is never fleeting it goes on, forever forward The joy dies and won't replenish it gives us no reward I've not died yet I imagine how it would feel to be undone I have tasted the horror and am seared and feel the shards of a sliver of lost life Incomplete yet forced to fight it Sorrow is never fleeting it goes on, forever forward The joy dies and won't replenish it gives us no reward Terror is that moment when one awakes in the darkened early hours and the realisation hits the reminder comes You're still gone You’re still gone