Silent Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Penetratingly sad life is today, living tears falling,
hurt upon the soft folds of clothes.

Blackened clouds flowing around the atmosphere of a
mind, all of inner life has died this day, stricken
from the calendars of life.

Falling unheedingly down the slopes of death, brown
grass, lying wrinkled on a once upon a summer shore.

There are no words to be spoken, life has been lived
to the end, it cannot be retraced today.

Yesterday has been packed in bags of dirt, leaving no
reminders of it's ever having been here.

Today has been put to rest beneath a marble grave
laying claim to the future put away for an eternal
rest.

All of this going on inside a mind filled with sadness
and yet no one will know it unless they have read this.