Mire Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Solemn and hymn-like, my mind is responding to the
sadness of an interior loneliness.

Face clouded with tears, sight blurry, yet feelings
and emotions continue to bring me into the mire of
grief with no reprieve in sight.

Rhythm touching my mind so intensely, making me
sadder, tears flying rapidly, taking me into a jungle
of abandonment where I cannot find my way into deserts
of my own making.

Trying to find some peace amid all this forsaken and
forlorn emotion taking over me.