Tears Of Bereavement Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is at a standstill, followed only by the vapors of
heavenly waiting.

Shattering the atmosphere of sadness, hallowed with everlasting timing.

Candles of eternity burn at destiny's door, quietly surviving
the ending of all turmoil, becoming the soundless clamor along walkways filled with the anxiety of yesterday.

Tears falling anxiously, day by day, saturating the lifeblood
of this being, drowning and leaving all debris along the way,
scattered, unable to be picked up or taken away.

Consciously preparing a way, centering heartfelt repercussions
into piles of unwavering piety.

Likely aspects, penetrating sorrow, building clay pots, filling
life with the tears of bereavement until death.

Afraid no longer of anything standing in the way, believing in
the destiny and fate, of every individual.

Written forever in the annals of time, portrayed in the
talisman of unsuspecting forums, deadened within by the
ambiance, the insensitive caring of other people.

Today, faltering, crying, tears escaping, weary from the chase,
not wanting to tarry a minute longer than necessary on earth.

Walking with my guardian angel, steadfastly towards the blue
light, waiting for me at the end of my particular tunnel of
life.

Alone, unaccompanied, surceased by the incapable idea of life.