Saddened Landscapes

Sadness flows like an eternal spring into my heart,
holding me close to memories of past, present and
future ones to come.

Anger crashes from outside sources hitting my ears,
but I don't want to hear anything, so I quietly
escape into landscapes of my imagination.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Comments (2)

Have strength and you'll be shaded through the heat! Preets
Never lose hope Vikram. There is a morning to every night. Nice poem Anjana