RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Chambers Of Unshed Tears - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A little bit of sadness flows through, touching ancient trails of
sorrow leading to chambers of unshed tears.
Flying towards a past of ritual in images of graceless prayer.
Unsuspecting tribunals of untouched love lie in wait, collecting
dust of disuse through many years.
Untapped love, lying hidden, deep within caverns of timid remorse.
Sensing meanings of life's lost treasures, yet never having revealed
them to anyone.
Stranded amidst sorrowful memories, reaching gently to touch roses
of their images.
Quickly pulling away, because thorns of their remembrance have
stolen years of their manifestations and buried away all precious
tears to save a future from lonely escapades.
Saved from holding the chalice of remorse and looking deeply into
it's existence - always.
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