Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Anguish


Deep down through all the anguish, hurt lies with sorrow,
crying, wishing for a life to have some joy and happiness,
living like a nomad in the desert sands.

Held within themselves their love and talent lies hidden
in a tent, afraid to venture forth and mingle with the
crowds, instead dying slowly beneath self-hate.

Falling steadily into the depths of non-returning life,
sleeping with the kiss of death beneath a pillow.

Deep down through all the anguish, hurt dies, becoming
sorrow.

Submitted: Sunday, May 11, 2014
Edited: Monday, May 12, 2014

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  • Amitava Sur (5/12/2014 5:29:00 AM)

    A perfect description of the the mental condition of a peron who is under deep depression because of melancholy. (Report) Reply

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