No Comfort Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tears, washing and cleansing, yet not removing an iota
of sorrow from my heart, which is overflowing and
bursting with grief.

Songs and words of comfort do not seem to touch my soul,
they only cause my heart to swell and my tears to fall.

Each tear like a watery grave holding my Dad close to me
as they fall slowly down my face.

Dad cannot be held or hugged, nor can my tears as they
wash sorrow over me again and again.