A play too far

The loss  had struck me down like a wild car
It jumped  the reservation by a fluke
Then landed  where the lost  were passing by

We crawl away, we’re bleeding ,we want air
The sense of what has passed is in some book
Loss  will strike us down like a wild car.

My heart ached like an abscess  on a scar
My eyes were wide but still I  could still not look
As the lame  were passing  with their sighs

I seemed  to drop onto a stage bizarre
A drama  being enacting as I shook
The loss  had tossed me up, an iron bar

I  must play my part, that’s how things are.
The waves of  loss whirl round like skipping ropes
The sad were passing  with their   shuttered eyes

Getting washed and dressed, I felt remote
Yet  love still spurred me on  to hope for hope
The loss  had struck me down like a wild car
Accelerating  till it   threw me f out past “far”