Knotted Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being held closely, grief covers me in it's heavy quilt, having been knitted through the years by life's sufferings.
Interior solace is always beyond reach, touching my soul only sometimes when in deep contemplation.
Feeling loneliness, distanced from everyone, taking nothing from the experience of emptiness, only the devastating emotions that rip and tear me apart constantly.
Having no reprieve, falling fast into black, murky, depressions of life's hard reality and hell.