RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dark Afterthoughts - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Melancholy patterns fit every mood of sorrow felt inside a
bleeding heart tonight.
Fostered and grown from very little, a gloomy horizon is born.
There are no lovers or apologies left to wait on anyone.
Lost in a deserted garden, precious blossoms form and are
quickly discarded, dying much too soon.
Sincere reminders of long ago.
Faded memories are all that are left to taste in this darkened afterthought of unbelief and death.
Forgotten wanderings and things left too far behind to be put
to the test.
Once together, all of life will rest on farthest shores, filled
with saddened recollections and regrets of youth.
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