Traceless Tears Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running down the highway away from life and it's
devastating requirements, heading into a misty fog,
gray and bleak, disappearing without a trace into
clouds of remorse.

Stopping, turning around, nowhere to go amidst
this tender-hearted sky of traceless tears falling
upon a bed of tears, prearranged from the past.

Pulling to knees of prayer, thoughts, that perhaps
a miracle will appear, making life at least
translucent.