Sitting, wondering with eyes, the feelings stirring inside, <br />their touch soothing yet ripping apart fragile tenderness <br />held within. <br /> <br />Fraught with the newness of very recent loss, singly <br />tormented in the hallway, darkness beckoning to no one and <br />getting lost in caverns of despair. <br /> <br />No idle wandering, cold bare facts of reality staring into <br />your soul unblinkingly, raking it through the hottest coals <br />of death. <br /> <br />Taking with it the fragrant scent of painful loss, crawling <br />onto a ledge, wanting to fall off and die also, in the face <br />of insistent pain.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fragile-tenderness/
