Future Of Heart's Solace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wounded, bleeding, left in a mire of crystal shards
of tears, figuring in the future of heart's solace
as it weakens in lapses of love given it in time.

Nothing matters in the light of wisdom or daylight,
because we are all encased in absolute foolish
thoughts on how to prepare for our future as we
fall constantly on our faces, never being able to
stand our ground.

Trusting in all the wrong things and being left
forlorn and alone with lasting glances of saddened
blossoms left lying in poetical interludes.