Deepest Sadness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Windowless, the mind can only peer in upon itself, looking
for knowledge to build upon.

Extorting the wisdom of yesterday, memories file by in a
parade of passivity.

Touching upon sorrow tenderly with petals of roses, yet in
bloom, their fragrance recalling many times of remembering.

Relating and experiencing the past as if it were just
happening today, brings about a sadness for times of
yesterday.

Wistfully thinking, looking into days gone by, old age
seems to have crept upon a being when he wasn't looking at
all.

Sorrowfully, looking from guarded eyes, to see if any of the
years gone by have stayed behind.

Sadly noticing that very little has, a heart is pulled a
little, causing a few tears, touching the mind, bringing it
with a jolt here right now.

Remembering with the deepest sadness in all the world, not
crying, no tears falling from these eyes, there is barely
pity inside.

Sitting across the table, all of life, being polite, having
no respect hiding in between the words I speak.

Quietly aside, in my mind, I pray and ask God for something
I cannot.