RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrow's Manner - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Visualizing sorrow's manner as I watch it slowly grab my heart and mind in a tightened grasp, too hard to get free from.
Steps taken to avoid coming into contact with it's intense grief don't work.
Keeping me close to it's intense loneliness fills me with an unrhythmic emptiness as I saturate life for unknown reasons.
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Sorrow pours from my heart, taking me to depths unknown on this temporary earth.
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