Holding Sadness Tightly Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blues playing soundly in my mind, their rhythms taking me
into sadness and sorrow, soaking me within, a latent
period of life that has an immense effect on me.

Not knowing why, does it even matter, what is it that keeps
moving through the darkness like a ghost, touching feelings
and emotions so gently, tenderly, yet intensely?

What is it that holds this sadness so tightly through the
years, could it be the loss of loved ones that cannot let
me go, no matter how long it's been since they were taken
from me.