Steeped In Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

This night as others like it are overflowing with
sorrow.

Openly, this aching heart admits it's pain is heavy,
full of tears, waiting to be cried out.

Silently their vigil keeping, remorse is life looked
back on.

Feeling the light of hope grow dim inside, knowing not,
what else to do.

Does not fan or bother to keep it alive, staring from
empty eyes, sight having disappeared long ago, somewhere
back in time.

This night as others like it are overflowing with sorrow,
steeped in time passing by.