Nothing To Soothe The Way We Feel Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to sorrow, quiet stillness of death after some-
one has died, life no longer beating with the rhythms of
an innate nature.

Leaning over the body, tears falling, heart aching with
the loss, being devastated totally, mind, and soul, just
living on a temporary earth, no promises ever given.

Prayers rising to heaven, filled with the passion of our
souls, wanting to not let go, our entire beings now are
filled with emptiness death has brought into us.

Nothing will ever be the same again, even our psyche has
been changed, attuned now to the abandonment we will feel
for the rest of our lives.

There's nothing to soothe the way we feel or calm our
minds throughout our lives, it is the finality in the end
that tears us apart, mind, body soul and spirit.

Living every moment of our lives, being killed in the end
just because we have dared to live our lives of humanity
and experience them while alive on earth.