Bereft of control (over a tree root)

There is no reason
no purpose
no sense.
Only foolishness
a feeling of rage
of intensity
of loss.

There is no reason
to stamp
and to moan
to sweat
and toss
should leave it alone.

There is no reason
obsession takes over
thoughts mingle
with anxiety
and they make
no sense at all.

There is no reason
barring fear
and pain
to mull over the situation
and lose a days life
for it.

There is no reason
to behave like this
to leave your reasoning
to a useless object
that does not matter
in the least.

The reason is
loss
lack
bereft
control.
The reason is
self
gone
choice
missing.

At the mercy
at the warp
at the weft
of Life.
It has taken it out of me.
I am done.