There's a darkened mystery forming in a corner of my mind, hiding it's face, yet letting me feel it's hurtful pain. <br />Tears surrounding it, seeping through to my heart, checking it's feelings in an aftermath of troubles. <br />Spending the remainder of life in precious contemplation, alone with God's presence keeping me company.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dark-mystery-forming/
