Desert Of Grief Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Drops of tears are falling from eyes filled with sorrow,
having no hopes in tomorrow or it's dreams.

Lost, forgotten, deadened upon the promises that were
once laid out before us in time.

Yesterday not having any moments left, counting now,
only on the present, unsure of what each day will hold.

So lost in a desert of grief, having to stay there until
we can find our way out of it's maze, hoping for the best.

Not allowing life to deteriorate any further than it al-
ready has.