Anguish of a martyr’s widow

‘Time is the best healer’, they consoled.
Reality cannot be harsher.
As the days crawl by,
My wounds only get deeper.
Grief gnawing at my ruptured heart,
Haunt me with the horror of that dire day.
Absolute emptiness, I feel inside,
My soul refuses to come to terms.
Our beautifully painted future,
Has faded away to black
All I have left of you,
Is our precious little boy
Often he innocently ponders
‘Where has daddy gone?’
What remains of my heart melts with woe,
His is another crushed life, as mine.
Lost the meaning of my existence,
My will to live has died.
I feel no pain anymore,
Only an agonizing numbness instead
Exhausted all my tears,
I have not anymore left to cry

My body aches to its core,
As it yearns for your soothing embrace
Pricks from shattered bit of my life,
Eclipses the pride I feel of your gallantry.
I know not if I ever will find solace,
As I trod on alone, into uncertainty.