Final Sunset Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stormy mind filled with clouds, ebony and gray,
taking it by force into abysmal depths, over-
coming fears attempting to intrude with their
doubts and unrealistic ideas.
Thoughts saddened by the coming rain of tears,
filling pools, ponds, lakes, oceans of sorrow
with their innate exchanges of past memories,
as they flow all of our lives on inner shores.
Distance never interfering with emotional output,
always fulfilling gaping holes with bittersweet
thoughts and images.
Grief silently flooding our beings with delicate
gentle sadness as we travel and tend to business
at hand.
Totally immersed in tangible moments from beginning
to end, living as if every nanosecond will be our
final sunset of artistic grace on earth.