Winds Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Floating through mazes of memories, touching sadness
and grief, reluctantly hesitating, tiptoeing across
images aligned in sorrow.

Touching sadness with tears as they are pulled from
within a pool in my heart, crystallizing tormentingly, scraping my mind with their hardened reality.

Together, we have come this far, close and dear to
one another, but now death is insisting we part ways
for a while.

Not wanting your life to be scattered to winds of
death and beyond, I find I cannot grasp or hold onto
anything but memories as you are taken gently away.

Having no recourse but to fall to my knees, praying
for your soul as it enters heaven's opened gates.