Circles Of Misunderstanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sensing my soul's desire to hear and listen to interior music while I live in desperate depressions of sadness.
Quieting my heart while I carry on, hoping to end all recriminations with some understanding - yet that never happens as I'm
continually misunderstood and made fun of while being abused emotionally by another.
Staring down the barrel of a gun, I see life falling away from me and I no longer care to save it.
Lying down, never retracing steps, I continually travel in circles, hoping to end where I once had started.