RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Beneath sorrow's tears, I continue to weep, feeling the thoroughness of grief holding me aloft.
Never letting me go, grasping my heart with it's icy cold fingers of glass.
Cutting my heart, tearing me apart, leaving shards of myself lying on the floor of my soul.
No more treasured memories of our times together, they've all left me stranded and forlorn.
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