Distant Sorrow

Poem By RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pressing sadness of remembering, vanquished, tattered,
unbearable, twilight vaporly steaming the view of the past.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, spent and left for dead,
memories scattered, fearful, running through an ancient house
of evil.

Bodily imprints, haunting the mind continually, causing it to
barricade itself in a maze of disbelief and denial.

Stored on a different level away from immediate life and
imminent danger to self.

Remembering causes such pain, so many discourses of sadness
reign full scale, overwhelming every fiber of being, burying
self in the densest sands on earth.

Emotional pleading, heart bleeding on dry deserts of wasteland,
unfolded, open to the boiling hot sun.

Touching the innermost soul, never realizing that life has
already died within.

Lifetimes pass and disregard the totalness of being empty and
alone throughout everlasting journeys, silenced by the quiet
nature of distant sorrow, held tightly within.

Melting away from life and it's hold, draping the black
curtains of finality about my shoulders, and turning towards
a final destination, because I can no longer hold on to this
one upon me today.

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