On this the 18th day of Na/GloPoWriMo, the challenge is to write an elegy in which the sadness is based less on abstraction than concrete verbiage that helps a person feel the depth of sorrow felt. To that degree, I have admittedly not stayed entirely on point. I wrote one like that for my older sister when she died called Firefighter 54. But today, I’m thinking of the time in my life when the 27 closest people in my life died within a fairly short time span. I pray this never happens to anyone else, but, I’m sure it has. … worse, I am sure it will again.
Like Dominoes Falling by Michael Romani One by one they fell Like dominoes falling It was my private hell As each memory came calling In that year and a half beyond belief In all those moments boundless grief Twenty seven of my closest people died I cannot count the endless nights I cried My mom, my dad, my sister and little brother All them dying one after another I felt as though I might implode Of anger and grief as I watched my world explode One foot after the other, I walked It didn't help no matter how much I talked My world was turned upside down Each smile I wore was a secret crying frown With a stiff upper lip I carried on Trying to leave this behind and just go on The weight I carried, carrying me on and on Into a private abyss at the thought of them gone My God-parents and my best, closest friends Torn from my life as though without end I cursed at God, the darkness and even me Wondering what I had done to cause this severity I needed someone to talk to but no one was there I needed to be brave and yet knew only fear Who might die next, I stopped letting people get close I felt I was a pox with death's deadly dose Falling into myself I talked less and less Putting pen to paper, I became a poet...I guess Whispering prayers into writing for no one to read Until slowly, the steps came easier as I quietly grieved It may seem that I feel helpless as I seek resilience But, I have the stars above shining their brilliance As time passes, I have learned to hold my head high With a little more time, maybe, I'll forget how to cry (c) April 18, 2019 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved