Inside Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Losing myself in daily music of rhythms, floating on it's
steady beats as they carry me deeply into intellect.

Concentrating and feeling the intensity of sorrow pulsing
through me.

Grief never seems to leave a being for very long, always
pricking minds with the sadness inside of memories past.

Knowing what future memories will bring, seeing them ahead
of time, a never-ending stream, flowing onto photographic
screens, allowing the future to torture this mind also.