Eighteen Months

It’s
all
still
so
fucking
surreal

I
can’t
get my
head
around
it

Fuck
knows
what
I am
supposed
to feel

Let
alone
how
to
explain
it

Immoral

This
can’t
go on

We
mustn’t
continue

As the
guilt is
seeping

Into
every
sinew

It
has to
stop

It
shouldn’t
have
started

As
we
made a
mockery

Of our
dearly
departed