Ghost Of Our Spirits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rushing into the darkness blindly, tripping over the love
we had, falling into oceans of tears, unable to hold back
any of them.

Nondescript visions unable to placate this mind or heart,
speech cannot be heard above crying of my soul, there's
nothing more I can say, except I miss you my darling.

Wanting you so desperately, heart falling into millions
of pieces, never anything to put it back together again
for you will never again be with me.

Left alone, a solitary and forsaken figure of the love
we used to have, now just a ghost of our spirits, no
longer alive, just existing in a life of forebearance,
nothing more.