Putting Grief To Bed Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Putting Grief To Bed
Solitarily alone, sitting by the window, looking out
at nature, watching disinterestedly while writing.
Yet, a perfect landscape entices this mind, giving it
such a wonderful detailing of each and every moment.
Sorrow sitting alongside, watching what is going on
outside, contemplating reasons that confiscate the heart.
Taking my being, making it feel forlorn and forsaken,
midnight coming upon me as I put sorrow's grief to bed.
Continuing to write, solitarily alone for hours yet,
greeting the morning sun when done.
The grief of those that think and suffer with events around them is never done, for they care about others and they care about things that go on. So beautifully expressed here. a poem of deep feelings and long reach
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9/19/2024 7:39:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
sorrow's grief - an unforgettable phrase, remarkable personification. thank you.