Splurge Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Behind his drums, playing incessantly, singing,
keeping to his space in time.
Missing his wife with heart, soul and mind,
singing interiorly to her with all his essence
on earth.
Wandering around the house where he lives,
constantly looking, feeling so lonely without
her.
A future blinded right now with grief, a sadness
that he just can't shake.
Empty hole within, tears hiding until he can let
go and express them in a splurge of loneliness.

(3: 18 p.m. - 11/18/13)