Interior Teardrops Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to sadness and sorrow falling from interior tear
drops, heart being rung by many doubts and fears falling
down around a life that has no more fulfillment of purpose.

Wanting and hoping in past thoughts, a love so true that it
would light our hearts and minds with one another's love as
we share what's left.

Now on back streets of yesterday, clouds forming around the
tears, absorbing them and carrying each one over the ocean
to flow in its depths.