Desert Of Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rhythms beating up and down, strumming sadly with threads
left of a heart, torn, forsaken, broken, not much left of
the love it once held in life.

Reasons are plenty, life was taken, beaten down, abused,
left to die, never any hint of love alive from you, so I
just walk away.

Bereft, lonely and empty, nothing more to hold onto, now
abandoned in a desert of tears, flooding my being, drown-
ing the last vestiges of life.

Yet, somehow I still cry for you, still wanting to have
you forever beside me, but never again will you be with
me, for in reality I have never loved you or your abuse.