Grief and the black dog

I've scraped my fingers
on the infinite concrete wall
that I have to try and scale
every day.
My legs are aching
from wading through
this thick and heavy mud
every day.
My lungs have filled
with the black water
that I flounder around in
every day.
Please, not another day.
Please, not another day like all these.
Please, not another day without him.