Silent Crying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to somber tones of intense sadness as it spreads
throughout me, wallowing in it's salted taste, being buried
in it's tremendous oceans of tears from many years of silent
crying.

Caution always being around every corner, watching out for
myself because no one else can do it.

Lonely throughout my days, always wondering about what is
important and what isn't anymore.

Distaste in life of haunting memories, taking precedence at
times when I'd prefer them not to.

Splitting apart the fibers of my mind, allowing sections of
thought to be blended with the natural rhythm of things
happening in life.