Bjarne

Hell is the distance between two ears

That on another day could a journey to heaven make.

A mind so troubled, a heart so worn

That even beaming sunlight could not warm

And life itself, from a body itself,

Was pruned, uprooted, shaken.  

Torn.

The grief is great, the shock is pure

That troubling troubles could not find cure

But surely in that darkening sun

There lived a beam of unrelenting light

That might have,

Could have,

Should have,

Won that fight?

The deepest night now keeps you still

The shadow in your eyes has had its fill

Two pools of drowning fear of unknown depth

Lay witness to that torrid fight

That took your breath and took your light.

Hell was the distance between two ears

A small journey?

A huge and shocked loss to all your peers.