Dousing Pleasure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sorrowful thoughts gathering, refusing to be stopped
or hidden, taking all the pleasure of the day and
dousing it with crystal tears full of lonely
abandonment.
Sounding alarms of heart-rending emotions piling
themselves against my soul, crying to be heard and
not ignored anymore.
A deepened mystery of the grief of a lifetime, filling
me without question and not letting me escape their
prison of little worth, left in prisms of yesterday's
loss.