Dirge

He doesn't know how to let go...

What do you do when you gain everything you think you want...but lose everything you think you need?

I was a husband, a father, a politician. Now, I'm just lost.

Maybe they can help find me, I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't be found.

Maybe the devastation that is my life should be allowed to crumble and decay.

There is no comfort in a funeral dirge, no solace in empty words spoken to me.

There is no release from this hell but death, and I can't do that yet.

I don't ...