RoseAnn V. Shawiak
RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems
|19081.||Young Boy Drumming In India -new-||4/29/2016|
|19089.||Younger Version Of Self||5/7/2015|
|19091.||Your Answering Reply||8/20/2015|
|19092.||Your Day Has Come||1/10/2016|
|19093.||Your Deep And Abiding Love||12/8/2015|
|19094.||Your Eyes Only||2/16/2014|
|19095.||Your Inner Love||1/31/2016|
|19096.||Your Intense Love||10/12/2015|
|19098.||Your Jewelry Box||12/31/2015|
|19099.||Your Love Is In My Heart||8/2/2015|
|19100.||Your Soul's Song Of Love||12/31/2015|
|19102.||Youthful Clay Minds||4/6/2014|
|19104.||Zones Of An Interior Mind||6/29/2015|
|19105.||Zones Of Pleasure||9/19/2014|
Life's Black Curtains
Lost and alone, thoughts at a distance, heart heavy
Touched deeply by your life, not wanting to let go,
yet knowing I must.
In my heart forever, indelibly printed on my soul,
etched in memory's mind.
Touched frequently by the tears of your loss, trying
to hold them as tiny reminders of what we used to have.
They disappear, never become tangible so I may keep them
like a treasure of your love.
With love, I will remember you all my life, for you are
a part and parcel of what we had.
Sharing now that you are no longer ...
I am calling you from the very depths of my soul - my being.
Death won't let you answer and I can feel it's icy chill come
down upon me.
Wanting to hear your voice, to see your eyes, to hear you
laugh - nothing happens and your silence continues to begin.
It is unbearable - the sadness, pain and deep emptiness pull
me down into the blackest despair.
There is no one I can turn to, as slowly, I turn over and die