Sounds Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sounds of yesterday tearing at my heart, tears now
falling, seeping into my mind today, games of the
past no longer able to be played anymore.

Sadness over those good old days piercing my heart
and mind, thoughts riding away into misty curtains
that have encircled intellect.

Now enclosing me within their sorrow, unable to es-
cape from it, trying to unleash the tears now being
bundled up inside my heart.

Not wanting to be shed, mind holding onto them for
dear life, last chorus of life being drowned in the
waterfalls of bereavement, life now ending, riding
away into the sunset.