RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tears Of Loss - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Going back to a place frequented daily in the past saddens
us, memories are happy, yet instantly bring tears to our
eyes, because they are no longer alive.
Living on when people close to you die, is very difficult,
choosing to hide within, roaming the immense inner deserts
Mirages appear and our hearts quicken when they feel them
near, yet while watching, they gently smile and flicker away.
Extreme sadness fills our entire beings, wanting to be held,
hugged, smiled upon again, nothing happens and we die a
little more inside.
Thinking with loss we lose a little of ourselves each time,
and our own death is the culmination of all our losses.
When we have no more, when there is no more room for loss in
our lives we become a loss to others.
Dignity and respect of life are premature, they need to
develop near our end, growing faithfully so whoever is left
has the greatest memories opened and exposed in all their
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