RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Seasons Coming, Seasons Falling - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Summer, winter, spring and fall, seasons coming,
seasons falling into the nothingness of your death,
holding nothing to look forward to again in this
Completing your journey without my presence, leaves
me crying, standing at the ocean's edge, waves crash-
ing over me, a tiny particle of life now no longer
having a reason for being or staying here.
Strength waning daily, mind in pieces, scattered
about within my heart, shards cutting me incessantly.
Feeling the insatiable desires of your life no longer
brings any peace or happiness to me, for your life
has been taken somewhere.
Not allowed to follow you, filling me with your sad-
ness, crying my heart out into an ocean filled with
Salted waves continually crashing over and over me,
no compassion being shown, just a passing thought to
touch my mind for moments in time.
Nothing more given, lonely, bereft traveling through
life with a forsaken and abandoned heart, no fault of
yours my dear.
Death is the culprit that has separated us from one
another, loving and hurting, wanting you beside me,
walking into my future, emptied of love and everything
that you were to me in life.
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