RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|4522.||Intellect's Slippery Slides||11/14/2013|
|4525.||Playing In A Poem||11/15/2013|
|4526.||Losing At The Casino||11/15/2013|
|4528.||Puzzles Of Beauty||11/14/2013|
|4534.||Sands Of Arizona||11/14/2013|
|4541.||Poetical Existence Enlightened||11/14/2013|
|4544.||Hollow Of Sorrow||11/14/2013|
|4546.||A Solitary Path||11/14/2013|
|4547.||No Longer Caring||11/14/2013|
|4550.||Pouring Away Life's Essence||11/14/2013|
|4554.||Catching My Mind||11/15/2013|
|4557.||Bully's Completing Suicide||11/15/2013|
|4559.||Coming Explosive Monsoon||11/15/2013|
|4560.||Abyss Of Near Death||11/15/2013|
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer ...
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die