Memories Lying Wasted Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cries of sorrow being peeled from within souls who
have lost loved ones and are wandering earth, lost
and alone.

Funeral march playing in the background as our life
continues to live as if nothing has happened, people
shedding tears, yet still somehow living.

Walking through fires of love, touching and burning
our minds with all memories of the past years of our
lives together.

Now lying wasted in a muddled atmosphere, not feeling
or knowing which way to go anymore, sitting alone at
times looking through pictures of yesterday.