Passed Into An Interior Oblivion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired, exhausted, living in a time of aging memories that have
been tied tightly, cherished and hopeful when thought of, mind
reaching for their essence.

Wanting to relive those sacred and beautiful moments even now,
a saddened feeling of hopelessness filling this heart, knowing
that it cannot be done this late in life.

Our time for these wonderful memories has passed into an interior
oblivion, no more to be lived, bringing tears to our eyes as
we realize this truth on our final sunsetical shore.