Lost In A Netherland Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of sorrow flow silently through my mind, sending tears
flowing from my heart to these eyes, a never-ending feeling of
loss, perturbing peace of mind with it's stinging pain.

Taking away an interior livelihood, holding onto a thread of
hope, held so tightly, afraid the tension may break it and
I'll be lost in a netherland, unable to escape.

Sounds of sadness continuing to fill this mind with sorrow
that I cannot tear apart or put asunder, laughter and joy
cannot find their way through feelings and emotions.

They continue to lie heavily upon this aging heart, looking
into the ebony darkness, wondering if it will ever clear
away.

Will there ever be sunshine again to lead into a life of
happiness, joy and laughter or will I be eternally stranded
on a lonely island of darkened spirits dwelling in the
death of loss for an eternity.