Tending Sorrow's Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Like mirrored glass, eyes reflected loneliness inside,
a void of waiting quietly alongside a pool of emptiness,
strayed.

Memories flashing in and out, tending to sorrow's tears,
at a standstill in the park of total abandonment, left
without a spark of hope to shine ahead.

The path unknowingly lies blinded before me, quavering
on deep pits of hell, consuming with the past, tearing
into flesh, leaving scars across this mind and heart.

Enveloping life suddenly, with total recall, plunges me
deeper, closer to the deep pits of hell.

Shivering from the intense heat, remaining more alone
than before.