AFTERMATH

Empty, oh so empty

The deepest, bleakest emptiness

I ever thought possible to feel.

The hole that’s left when prayers and hopes

Are callously ripped out

And replaced with nothing.

That’s emptiness!

It’s pariah time again,

Rejection, the feeling that

Nothing I could ever possibly do      

Would ever make it right, and that it’s not

What I do, but who I am

That calls into question

My reason for existence.

Anger bubbles up, over

And around like a simmering

Stew. The desire to make

THEM pay, just for once, but knowing the

Futility of rage taking control,.

Anger: a great servant,

A lousy master.

A day of judgment will come,

So I’m told. A day when all

Will be measured against a standard

Impossible for anyone to attain. I will be found

Wanting like everyone else, But I

Will be as sure then as today:

I trust the Measurer.

-Chip Bergeron

  May 17, 2010