Shards Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting expectantly for answers to appear in writing, not knowing if I can delve deeply enough to figure out solutions to take away sorrow existing always within me.
Taking me into grief where I ride it's waves and cry totally alone, wondering why I always end up amidst crystal tears of yesterday's funeral pyres.
Tearing my heart in many directions, splitting my mind in excruciating shards of glassy memories, poking and cutting me incisively day and night.
Even when alone in dreams of sorrowful existence.