RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Teardrops Being Cried - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Strange, eerie, looking out upon the horizon that has
been taken over by death through imagination.
Ebony brilliance shining darkly upon sandy shores of
tomorrow, waves crashing silently over everything.
An ocean being filled with millions of teardrops being
cried in your memory.
Proof to the world that my love for you is true and has
not died, only being kept alive through the beating of
my heart for yours.
Spreading out, eliciting sensations of emptiness as I
remember and continually miss you through these lonely
years that I must succumb my being to.
Nothing will ever crush your spirit as it lies within
me, even after I am gone from this earth one day, not
able to stay here any longer without you.
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