Saddened Melodies Never Counted In The Scheme Of Things Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Heartache rearing its head in beginnings of a saddened melody that never seems to be counted in the scheme of things here in our hearts.

Erasing and unfolding lively tunes in depths of an everlasting ebony that's always framing new and refreshing ideas as they turn over and climb out of bed almost in the afternoon.

Losing most of daylight hours, but never seeming to care much about that or anything else in this temporary life as we keep holding onto it while walking through its rhythms each and every day, leaving spaces in this mind.