Intense peace filling my mind as I write, taking in stride, everything I see before me. <br />A sadness emptying my heart, creating a void, a hole, that no matter how much I write, it never will get filled. <br />Keeping me on edges of consciousness, aware of only what is going on within me. <br />Taking solace, practicing bereavement through all hours of the day, hoping to somehow reach an agreement with myself. <br />It can't be done however hard I try. <br />Silent, parched, finding no where to lay my head when I am tired of this world and all it's strife. <br />Consciously arranging thoughts, allowing them to gain control and help write peacefully, continually all the time. <br />Softened melodies tending to imagination, creating tones to match what I think within.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sadness-emptying-my-heart/
