RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Aged Environment - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Not wanting to know another, feeling cold and empty inside, left to my own devices as I mature in an aged environment of sorrow.
Carefully touching my face, feeling the tears holding on for dear life, afraid to let go, lest they fall, disappearing forever, leaving me in an empty, arid shell.
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