RoseAnn V. Shawiak Sorrow Poems

Christmas is almost here, a time of love, joy and cheer,
children waiting excitedly - expectantly for Santa to
appear.
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Crying within, saddened by the recollection of this day,
afraid to speak another word.

Hurting intensely, tears filling eyes and having nowhere
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Weeping into nights of loneliness as waves of sorrow crash
upon tears of this heart throughout moments of life now
devoid of love.
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Eyes of regret, filled with tears of sorrow's thought.
Recalling precious moments, listening to their echoes
daily.
Unforgettable people still touching our lives, even
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Retracting light from prisms of a mind, focusing
beams onto poetry lines.
Rainbow-colored imagination grasping beautiful
thoughts from gray-colored words, turning them
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Charging rapidly into the universe, finding spaces to hide
in, not wanting to be seen by anyone.

Isolated, alone, quietly sitting, having a mind blanketed
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Running away from life many times throughout the years,
not wanting to face it's myriad troubles and dutiful
stress.
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Feeling tears of sorrow beginning to fall into and out of
my heart.

Not able to stop their flow, they continue to fill my soul
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Carefully treading down lanes of bereavement,
looking for sorrow's roses to ease the pain
of living.
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Quietly sitting amongst nature and it's sounds,
wondering why this sadness has overcome me again.
Total immersion into deep pits of sorrow without
any reasons why I should be here.
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Insinuating beliefs sit idly on tables of becoming,
dominating conversations with exquisite silence.

Shuffling forward into tight areas of confinement,
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Rushing to edges of every melody played in
sorrow's reality.
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Saturated beyond belief with untold sorrow,
frantically swimming to keep my head above
water.
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Breaking hearts, falling to the ground, shards of grief,
all that's left of them.
Never picking up or putting them together, dragging their
memories throughout a lifetime, never leaving an iota or
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Atrocities of death leaving us in a quandary of dishevelment,
not knowing where to turn.
Sorrow drenches us at every turn, not letting us escape it's
blackened grasp.
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Feelings taking over, pushing me into abysses of thought,
reminding me of yesterday and it's doubts.
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Resonating sorrow scratches our minds,
recalling memories of yesterday's lifetimes
in words of sublimity.
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Soothing rhythms fill my being with a particular feeling
of serenity as I gaze into imagination's depths.

Feeling around empty dark spaces where I can create any-
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There are many misgivings and doubts as we stumble
and falter through life, yet there are those of us
who continue our struggles with adversity in faith.
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Pushed through spaces of picket fences, unaware of the sorrow
lying bare on fragile eggshells of despair.
Poked and jammed through holes in space - allowed the freedom to
travel through emotional creativity.
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Tranquilly beset by antique proverbs inadvertently mixed
and mesmerized with age.
Hollowly filled with anguish during trying times of death.
Bent with sorrow, creeping slowly, overtaking the rest of
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Midnight blue skies, reflecting the sorrow of my mind,
shrouded, locked away in a room.
Wishing to see the light of another dawn, knowing I
cannot.
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Life doomed to it's destiny, unfulfilled and empty.
Along tracks of loneliness, walking in the grass,
taking in the solitude of time passing.
Circumstances rearranging every step along the way,
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Folding entirely into myself, not caring to move out
of a sphere of intellect where I feel most comfortable
and at ease.
Swinging carelessly, letting go, dropping into a non-
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Quietly anticipating an energy built from rhythm and tones
of interior souls, begetting a pious notion from beyond.
Tasting of flavorful beauty, mixed with nature's intense
desires over all the earth.
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7: 20 p.m.
Calmly sitting back, listening to music as it saunters
into my mind, displacing sorrow and suffering and
placing an amount of joyful delight at my disposal
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Alive with knowing tenderness of sorrow, playing a tune of death, tomorrow.
Standing in lengthening shadows of evening, barricading laughter from coming close, forever.
Booking between long times through knowledge, fallen from shelves of ageless neglect.
Begotten totally from future pasts, titled into books bound by human tears.
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Darkened silence filling my emptiness with it's sound of sorrow as tears fall non-stop upon my pillow throughout the night.
Soothing tones of silence fill me with loneliness as I faithfully write about emotions hiding beneath coverlets of grief.
Hesitant to speak, afraid I may not hear your voice again on earth, I dwell at times on life without you.
It produces a profound darkness deep within my soul.
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Portals of escape swimming throughout a sea of human doubt
and misconception.
Allaying fears of ancient abandonment, quivering under
blankets of unheard sorrow.
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Christmas songs filling the air with happy renditions of yesterday's cheer.
Tears sliding down cheeks of aged people as they remember
the good times they had when younger.
Nowadays, loneliness sets in as they sit in chairs of emptiness left by relatives and friends so dear to their hearts and minds.
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Tragic times of sorrow's rehearsal built like a
wall
within a mind of memory.
Stalling for minutes that will never be repeated
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Tears trying to form in my mind as I force myself to hold them back.
Not wanting to feel the sorrow building itself into a mountainous surge of grief right now.
Knowing the cause, not able to divert the sadness, it comes and sits upon my mind, not letting me escape it's grasp, as I fall under it's spell alone.
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Patterns of light shadowing walkways, leading
bereavement into the light of existence and reality.
No longer dedicated to taking back seats, instead,
moving forward and speaking from shadows of inner
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There are no songs in the midday sun.
They are shed at night in the closeness of one.
Beginning from the heart where sorrow hides,
brought forth to be felt in tears falling from eyes.
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Stirring aside sorrow, making room for happiness for awhile.

Continuing on new paths, always writing new avenues and
depths of life, transforming them with nature's help along
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Sunshine shading me with brilliant color,
blending and fading into shadows of delight.

A delicate pattern, falling upon desert ground,
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Sorrow still spreads it's feelings throughout my mind and being,
racking me with grief's pain, laying me low with it's raw
hurting lonesome sadness.
Will there ever be a time when I can think of Josh and not cry?
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When grief is shared and spoken aloud,
it eases itself upon a shelf for a while,
allowing space to breathe and rest.
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Cutting through my heart, sadness leaves it's scars within,
preparing tears in salted chalices of bereavement.
Loneliness takes my mind on voyages of self-pity at times.
Yet, my soul cries out in loneliness, echoing my sorrow
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Becoming a recluse in my mind,
offering no discordant measures to a
song of life that is mine.
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Silently singing within, mourning losses of family, unable to recuperate right now.
Instead, finding it difficult to comprehend any of the sorrow as it lies heavily upon my heart,
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Going deeply into subconscious realms, feeling the intense moods of sorrow's solace.
Taking me below freezing points of grief where I am frozen in memories of beatitudes.
Clasped tightly as doors close upon my mind, always shutting out the noise of the world.
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Another day has opened before me, bringing new experiences, expectations and ideas into my life.
A wonderful sense of peace fills me, even though life is full of suffering and I'm falling into a darkened abyss, a pit of grief, that I can't avoid.
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Rushing forward into the eye of a hurricane, wanting to be obliterated with it's forceful winds.
Hoping to be taken away from all the drudgery and forlorn circumstances daily life brings into our paths.
Protruding hurtfully, causing such pain, wanting to escape it's frailty and have an ending to all the sorrow it brings.
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Retrieving all thoughts and shining them into landscapes of
infinite possibilities.
Taking care to keep individual purposes in an alignment of
particular reasons and logical explanations.
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