Pools Of Inner Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sweet sadness brush away my tears, take this feeling
from me, it is too painful to hold within.

Let it take a separate journey so I may not know it
so intimately.

Eyes will follow until it sinks from sight, holding
on no more this side of life.

Momentary glimpses as it passes farther away each
minute, playing silent games of revocation, quietly
disappearing into the shadows of night, no qualms or
fears.

Transported to depths of unknowing sorrow, allowing
it no time to build or stockpile, languishing on the
doorstep of tomorrow's hereafter.

Listening with half an ear to tell-tale signs and
watching glistening tears falling, tremblingly into
pools of inner turmoil.

Dropped by a feeling of caring into life's surrounding
atmosphere, quivering with the generosity sorrow's burden
has dispersed.

No time saved to wander amid the pain, sinking shockingly
to this world's graveyard, unafraid.