Sober Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sober Sorrow



Walking streets of my mind and it's imagination,
enjoying what I see along the way.
Passing lamp posts and houses on my journey,
feeling reverberations touch my heart with sober
sorrow.
Holding my being close to itself so it won't get
lost in grief's vast caverns of untimely death.

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