Death Grasping My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Darkness approaching, touching me interiorly without
wanting me to notice it, yet I do.

Feeling it's sorrow touching every sense that fills
me with it's intense sensations and emotions.

Completely in the throes of death's embrace as it
grasps my mind, telling me it has taken you far away.

Tears rolling down my cheeks, into depths of intellect,
trying to intellectualize them because I don't want to
feel them within me.

They always make me lonely and forlorn, letting me be
abandoned in life because you are no longer here, my
love.