Broken Feelings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Arizona rain cleansed, pure and unadulterated, continuing
with a childhood innocence deep within, teardrops of yes-
terday filling senses with broken feelings of love.

Like a guitar left to stand in the corner no more strings
left to pluck, no songs to sing now that you're gone, my
love.

An eternal darkness covering my mind like a carpet left
by death for me to walk over and never again to see the
light of your life.