New Life Of Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

New Life Of Reality



Mourning sounds, echoing dismally in early morning hours,
discouraging those mired in grief, forsaken and alone.

Traveling deserted back roads, trying to continue to
exist alone, having a difficult time in their bereft lives.

Absenting and isolating, because they cannot face their
new life of reality without the one they loved so much in
life.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015
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