No Measure Of Consolation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tears slipping away, turning into memories of the past,
forlornly traipsing into a barrage of feelings and in-
tense emotions that continue to run away.

Leaving behind the wonder that used to be ours, now on
the doorstep of an unwanted reality, wanting to cry,
nothing to console this heart of mine.

It's so lonesome and all I can do is cry, no measure of
consolation is able to reach within me to heal the hole
left by your passing, my dear.

Experiencing the emptiness of a past that used to have
you in it's clutches, now there's just a mixture of feel-
ings and emotions.

Passing me by, not seeing their devastation, numb now to
living this earthly life, my heart still alive and full
of love for you, I don't know now what will come of it.