Hanging Heart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hanging Heart



Shoulders back, head held high, yet this heart
is hanging from within my mind, tears falling
into my soul endlessly.

No relief in sight as my mind searches for the
answers through intellect, thoughts randomly
wandering around in the darkness.

Not finding anywhere to alight or rest to feel
some relief from the intense pain left by death.

Sunday, July 12, 2015
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