Forsaken Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Forsaken Moments



Waking slowly in the morning, wiping sleep from this mind's
eyes, moving into rhythms of nature, life and humanity.

Preaching songs of an existence that has been hidden for
years, not wanting serenity to be spoiled by a harsh reality.

One that usually stings and harms a heart, filling it with
forsaken moments of a broken down love.

Friday, May 17, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: broken heart
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