Fading Into Lines Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling into lines, seeing canyons turn into abysses of failure, at times losing all hope and other times finding an excuse to keep on going.
Sorrow dwelling in every particle and atom of being, forever etched in grief.
Never placated, tenderly touching my heart with memories unglorified, saturated with tears, and crystalized in glass visions; fading colors of the rainbow as drops of sadness fall into depths of my heart.