Looking out of windows of departure stained with tears <br />throughout the ages. <br /> <br />Forgotten memories taken away by death in it's strangle- <br />hold. <br /> <br />Staring out into spaces unfilled with any signs of life, <br />skilled towards the devastation of conception. <br /> <br />Traveling to unknown destinations on trains of discord, <br />following prejudicial ironies of old. <br /> <br />Pressing keys of a nonexistent harmony, wondering at <br />the lack of any response. <br /> <br />Lapsing into a daily fog, furling itself around entire <br />brains, erasing every memory ever thought or experienced. <br /> <br />Grasping at thin air with the last few remaining breaths, <br />sadly sorrowful, head bowed low, remembrance of loved ones <br />lost long ago. <br /> <br />No longer standing on the opposite shore, waiting, waving <br />good bye as final moments wash upon the sands and tides <br />of death. <br /> <br />Life no longer existing, pulled by the undertow of death's <br />tight hold.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windows-of-departure/
