Tangled Mess Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running idly in the throes of sorrow and wanting to expire,
no longer wanting to live here anymore.

Life as left nothing to hold onto, drifting into the refuge
of death's left over garbage heaps on earth.

Wanting to swim into depths of oceans, drowning in it's
beauty so as not to see the deathly iciness surrounding in
abounding emotions.

Dying inside, knowing there is now nothing left to see my
love being reflected within me.

Loss is so devastating, I can no longer function in this
world, but must find paths through deep forests, losing
myself within and leaving no pathway for anyone to follow
me again.

Staying alone and far from others in life, abandoning even
family in this grief, not wanting to ever feel the loss
of a loved one again as long as I live and breathe on this
side of living.

Looking up for some reason, hearing the whispers of an
angel, holding out promises of a better tomorrow and
showing the way through the tangled mess of grief.