Fatal Rhythm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here alone in the darkness, writing beneath a lone
desk light, my only companion tonight.

You have chosen to abandon this heart for a period of
grief, walking away to a market.

Holding nothing against you, wanting only goodness to
follow you all your days on earth.

Silently writing, tears falling rapidly, so many that I
cannot keep them from touching this poem of lasting
emotions, never to be seen again in life.

Poems will never be written again, pens will never be
lifted or poised to begin writing when music begins it's
fatal rhythm for a final time.

Already this poet has passed on to another world of
poetical etudes and compositions.

Drawing upon talent that will always be within no matter
where in eternity she may finally find herself.