On this day

I need to

tear something apart

With knotted hands

Of grief.

On this night

I want to punch

Someone in the face

And hear bones crack

And see blood flow.

On this night

I want to be

Kicked and punched.

I howl my anger

Into the night

Alone, defeated, powerless

A failure:

I cry

  For him

  For her

  For me

My son is dead

and buried.

Lost.