Closure

 What the fuck is closure anyway
Some mystical happening I’m told
Apparently there comes a time
When you are meant to close the book
When the matter is finished, it’s over
Closure is an invented buzz word
Created by social workers, psychiatrists
And weak minded talk show hosts
It’s time to move on they say
You’ll be just fine going forward
You must bury the past
Forgive and forget
Stop grieving
Well I say
“Fuck them.”

There is no such thing as closure
When you have had to bury a child
And the culprit has walked free
You’re not meant to outlive your child
Or anyone you have unconditional love for
There is no tangible way back from that
You have to carry it around like luggage
It’s not even a matter of choice
Love creates painful memories
That never, ever goes away
A cross to bare
A load to carry
Never ending
Sadness
“Fuck it.”

Closure is nothing but a sick joke
A joke that is simply not funny
Pedalled by Jeremy Kyle and Dr.Phil
And an endless line of celebrity assholes
Who know nothing of real loss
You can only truly find closure
Once you stop loving or caring
I don’t want their fuckin closure
I want to remember
I need to be angry
My beautiful son’s light
Will never go out
I won’t let it
No closure
“Fuck that.”