Pointed Tears Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Singing for the lonely, hearts cry in the sorrow of
darkness, tasting the bittersweet honesty of death's
embrace.

Chance thoughts meeting on lonely lanes in forests
deep in nature's abode.

Filling so many minds with the essence of life once
lived, and is now buried in this shaded side of life.

Sololy, taking time to journey into the facets,
following pointed tears of grief, hurting and cutting
our hearts in many pieces.

Never letting us forget with intense emotions, the
pain and suffering we're going through.

Shining auras, filling sight with so much interior
wisdom found on pathways of lightened knowledge, as
we wend our ways through them one by one.