Paper Poems Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tonight I lie in beds of roses, filled with thorns
of yesterday, remembering the times of a lifetime
with family when younger.

Tears being misplaced from my heart and falling out
of my eyes in torrents of rain.

Missing everyone so much and the years we had together,
now all are in books of paper poems.

So alone, by myself in lonely nights, just trying to
make it through another day without losing myself and
hope.