Living In Tears Of Loss Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Departing feelings leaving me bereft, noting that
there's a deep silence touching my interior life
and no one else knows of it.

Contemplating in recesses of it's fullness, necessity
coming to the forefront, wanting to know how to find
the shortest route to an end of suffering and turmoil.

Without having to die first, is there an alternative
way or must I continue as always through the years,
living in the tears of loss?

Rejection, abandonment and loneliness, writing all of
it into poetry, composing it into musical compositions
and yet it's still here within me. Why?