GRIEF Poem: In The Wake, by Finn Strand

I still think about what to do
When I cannot control the circumstances
Alike waiting for nothing in some thoughtless queue

Combatting the shadows with fists anew
Can put us into different kind of trances
But ‘tis likely you’re waiting for nothing in this queue

I gather there’s something you’ve been through
Knew it when we exchanged glances
You’re conjuring up plans about what to do

Believe me, I’ve been there too
No need for the anxious, defensive stances
When you’re waiting for nothing this queue

Broken at home with a sickly sort-of flu
Contracted at the fall of a romance; is
There something you need to do?

Just take a seat and let it happen, due
Is your rent; while you take some chances
And time to think about what to do
Because all you must try is wait for nothing in this queue.