Susan Hawthorne #115 I cry

I cry for the dead

for Alcestis for those

who died for some

inflated sense of loyalty

I cry for those who died

too soon or too late

with no one left to grieve

or remember them

I cry for the unloved

lost from friendship

who left families riven

with hatred or indifference

I cry for the over loved

never able to leave

the love-strewn house

caged in golden bars

I cry simply because

there are too many ways

to get it wrong and too few

to find the path through