This poem is in response to the short story called Misery by Anton Chekhov
“To Whom Shall I Tell My Grief?”
Sorrow shimmers through his body
His son – his little baby calf – dead!
oh! What agony!
To lose a loved one is to repent a lifetime
If only someone would hear him bawl
Listen vehemently to his grief – his distress – his pain.
He would cry to the world
Curse at the cosmos
To acquire the wishful years lost;
For his only son to reappear in his arms again.
R.I.P – Kuzma Ionitch