RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Depths Of Sadness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
In depths of sadness, life crawls around and hides in a corner.
Love ended, tears falling softly and steadily as snow on a winter's day.
All vulgarity lies in human nature somehow, yet God has created us in His image.
Everywhere people pull their shrouds tightly about themselves and are
forsaken and left to lie in a muddled heap upon the ground.
Leaves fall from trees and cover a precious soul, left alone in the sadness of purest emptiness.
A shell containing nothing to resemble a human being save the outline of a shadow in the darkest hour of midnight.
These things taken altogether leave nothing to the imagination, for life is gone - no more to be lived - not a single breath left to breathe.
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