Tear Givers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A sense of loss, shadows penetrating inner peace,
dispelling life's grace, saddening recollection,
prayerful, afraid to hope, touching another, soul
to soul.

Requiem mass playing heavily upon a heart, death,
dying, beginning solemnly, gates open onto desert
wastelands where love and companionship once
related.

Fires of loneliness breaking barriers, quietly
stealing away, petals falling, life passing on
to a higher level.

Suffering spent, lying now upon a grave,
mingled with the dirt and silent tears shed,
soul breaking entirety, forgiving no one,
blaming somehow, God or self.

Prisons of another's death, focused, out of focus,
looking into the black darkness, seeing nothing,
allowing senses to come and be used in letting go
of the desperate need to love through death.

Barren, empty, walking with no purpose, seeking to
find one in the passing of death's sentence over us,
a heart touching hearts in pain, disavowing, letting
go of hate, shadows shrouding our views of reality.

Seeing the pain of another through our tears, stored
up memories racing quickly, touching sorrow, having
lost all joy.