Squatting In The Grave...

Who is it that did bequeath,
To you this untimely enclave?
I wonder, placing the wreath,
If you’re squatting in that grave.

What nightmare was upon you,
As you sailed in your dreamy sea?
Couldn’t you reach that pew,
Or, was it unanswered, your plea?

What really was your tale?
What made you inhumanly brave?
Whatever your teary travail,
Was your life all yours to waive?

Then, empathy isn’t my forte,
I have not a bouquet of cure-all tropes,
Yet, I wish none walks your way,
Each is blessed with a plethora of hopes.