Feather Weight Sadness

In black and white feather weight paper
sets the words in years mourned and tormented
valleys bloom over the falls that reek my sadness
fish eat remnants in waters deep, he passed away
hurt and anguish is mine

Down in shores changed to an anchoring pain
I was not ready for this washing off of death
he lies in an unmarked grave in a waters bloating way
fish stare at me and giggle, why couldn't it be me
this strange hurt won't subside, as they call it pain
In the waters I gaze upon always angered by,
sometimes forgetting why

Does the waters ever cease to create harm
I am always asking the waters silence

Troubles lash my thoughts dear love in grave
sharks still hound my days
nibbling the days to my passing to you
over and over I dream how it might be
sitting on our rickety porch rocking away

But all I have now is,
a black and white feather weight paper