Hour Of Abandonment Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Cameras come unbidden to interior sight, focusing the
accruement of tasteless paths to end my life.

An uphill climb, medievaly cast into darkness, straightened
and cast in iron.

Flailing, taciturnly carrying unheard beauty of yesterday,
ripped from it's side.

Maintaining careless ideas thought of in despair and sorrow,
raked across immeasurable coals of another's deceit, left
to die in a vacant lot, no recourse or mercy given.

Total unending pain and tortured sorrow, filling hours of
abandonment.

Courses filled, titles given freely, counseling handed to all
and terminated in seconds, bereft hearts stewing in the fallen
graces of another.

Taken away from all that once was, once love was
also, now the totalness of emptiness is being practiced daily
with no recourse, no practical guides on how to live through
it.

Wiping away memories, never talking, failing to comprehend
any of the passages thought to have had some meaning.

Counting seconds until death comes beating, harassing the
life of my soul, carefully tending it's sorrow, bleeding the
entire self of me onto pages no longer preserved for my being
alone.

Sacrifice of life, a reality, scoring it's points on earth,
no cares or worries beyond that of coping until sweet death approaches me in sleep tonight.