Mystic Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Mystic Sadness



Crying through songs of sorrow, feeling them pierce
your heart with their infinite pain and grief.
Icy snow of bereavement chills me to the bone, as I
feel more of it than I warrant.
Senses quickly opening, letting in all the hurt
feelings of mystic sadness, engulfing me with finality.

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