RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 123,271 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

My Blood Runs Cold - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to the breaking of my heart in the quiet
stillness of this night, thinking and wondering how
I am going to live the rest of my life without you.

Sorrow tears my heart like a kleenix, wet from drops
of pain that are falling from it tonight, now rinsing
my mind, trying to focus on our love.

It has since passed away, now knowing it's being
moved further and further with every passing moment,
wanting to grasp and hold onto it, but I cannot.

Not wishing to let it go, yet what choice do I have
now that you are gone from sight, my blood runs cold
at times, shivering from the silence of death.

It has taken you with no compassion, sorrow or apologies
given dear, still holding onto your memories, that is
all I have left of you now.

They are slipping slowly away, time is spreading them
further and further, yet when they appear vividly,
tears continue to drown my heart and soul.

Listening to the breaking of my heart in the quiet
stillness of this night, thinking and wondering how I
am going to live the rest of my life without you now.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 14, 2015



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