RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 145,785 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Empty World - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

The world becomes an empty place as you grow old.
People whom you love die, family dwindles in size.
Everywhere your eyes cast their glance there are thoughts
of lost romance and love, reminders lying around.
Scattered over the field of grief are diamond tears cutting
into memories of wonderful times now lost.
Curtailed are events of yesterday, frightening aspects of a
future alone are enough to cause loneliness of eternal death.
Good times spent together with family members, remembered
with violin-like music sympathetically close to your heart.
Swallowing lumps of tears gathered at the back of your
throat with great difficulty, choking slightly on images
caught up with it.
Wandering aimlessly, mind lost now, not able to touch upon
anything - no thoughts of the present or ideas for the future.
Head hung sadly, shoulders drooping with the weight of sorrow,
heart buried in a tear diamond mind, pain filling the emptiness
throughout, alighting on the soul.
Softly - gently touching it's depths, small reminders that we
are not born to live forever, but must at the end, rest as
one with God.

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  • Hazel Durham (2/13/2016 9:47:00 AM)


    Growing old is certainly not an easy journey as you express with great emotion of losing family and friends leaving us just with memories of the good times as we struggle to come to terms with the pain of an ever increasing empty world! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 1, 2014


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