Desert Of Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Knowing my friend in life is so terrifyingly alone
in a desert of sorrow, holding onto him when he can-
not hold onto himself.

Gently pushing him, taking him by the hand, getting
him to open up and talk to ease his heart and mind
a little at a time.

Such a sensitive soul he is, my entire heart goes
out to him with a gentle love, staying and standing
by him every moment.

Making him talk to me, bringing him out of his shell,
for he needs to be in the present, talking about his
wife, the love of his life.