Rambling Babble

Rambling babble,
of a crazed mind,
when thoughts were sad,
but not unkind.

Sorting out,
chaff from the straw,
now struck,
by one big flaw.

Feeling guilty,
now and again.
Woe is me,
"Play it again, Sam."

Why can't I,
handle this grief?
I feel my heart,
taken by a "Death thief."

Who do I turn to,
what difference will it make,
if I don't have you,
for God's sake?