Shattered

It resembles the dead of winter
when all of nature is subdued, sunk
into a dead zone of penetrating cold
howling wind, a bleak monotone of
black and white, joy evaporated as
the hunger for colour and warmth
envelopes the shuddering mass of
humanity loathe to be exposed to the
excesses of nature's enforced decline
of all growing things, her creatures
desperately seeking to shield themselves
from prolonged exposure to the lethal
elements. It is an earthquake of mixed
emotions, a tsunami of uncertainty
a volcanic eruption of doubts of one's
value and the value of mere existence
the emotions shrouded in the grey
of mourning as a cloak of isolation
sets in, lonely thoughts of bitterness
at abandonment suffuses the mind
and confuses a heart so recently
assured of love yet bereaved with
trust flagrantly set aside leaving the
mourner to survive as best they can
the covenant of forever after in 
sickness or in health a humiliating
parody of mutual dependence, of a
long-shared love, shattered in betrayal.
Agonizingly alone, the future a vacuum
of desolation, numbing mind and heart.