Unfamiliar Sounds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lifting this mind spiritually, finding the solace and
serenity needed to gather hope and faith to get through
another day without those whom I love dearly.

Not able to be with them because of their loss through
death, wishing doing nothing as their silence continues
to begin unendingly.

It's like being in a jungle at night, hearing all types
of unfamiliar sounds of silence, not able to recognize
any of them at all.