Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

A Desert Of My Own Making


Within, straying further into space of unknown delineation, wanting to disappear forever in clouds of ebony sadness, gone forever.
Soundlessly living alone in a desert of my own making, taking care not to let anyone get close again to my heart.
Keeping everyone at bay, no longer caring to be a part of anyone else's world while remaining on earth for the remainder of my life on earth.
Silent for an eternity, not ever moving forward to meet another person.

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013
Edited: Monday, March 18, 2013

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  • C.ann Penning (6/17/2013 8:58:00 AM)

    I lost my soul mate last year. I know in God's word that there are others out in this world enduring the same pain that I am but I guess it doesn't truly register until you see it first hand. This poem brought me comfort in knowing that I'm not alone and that my feelings are not strange or out of the ordinary. I myself feel as though I'm aimlessly wondering through a barren land that once was so full of life.
    Thank you poet for this wonderful read. (Report) Reply

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