Tortured Heartstrings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unchanging attitudes of love carry one over interior rainbows,
overshadowing the essence of passion.

After all these years, not knowing who you truly are, flying
away on tortured heartstrings of yesterday.

A lasting envy being carried to outskirts of every memory,
believing in wisdom of ulterior motives kept sacredly until
final days come creeping slowly.

Singing often in the twilight under stars of evening just
sitting in minds of listening and making changes.