Teardrops Upon The Wet Sand Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently soft, teardrops fall onto the wet sand, being
hidden from sight, no one able to see this broken heart,
crying for you only, the only love I've ever had in this
lonely life.

Yet never having that love returned, hurting, pain of
loving and never being loved, a desert of emptiness much
worse than hell here on earth, nothing but a wasteland that
continues forever, never being realized for self by anyone.

Misery always falling upon my being, living a life of non-
existence without you, it's better to have loved and lost
than to have loved someone and never have them love you
back, not even knowing that you exist just for them.

A lonely life that will never find joy or happiness, walk-
ing along shores of sand, wet with the tears I continue to
shed without you my love.