Impression Of Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crying within, saddened by the recollection of this day,
afraid to speak another word.

Hurting intensely, tears filling eyes and having nowhere
to fall.

They crawl, ashamed, back where they came from, hidden
away from everyone.

Backing further and further into a corner, depressed,
isolated, suicidal.

No longer seeing any reasons for living this life to
it's end, turning away from it, filled with impressions
of sorrow.

Chances to become, taken away, there's no longer anyone
to talk with or trust.

Betrayed by the sincerity of a forked tongue, whipped
into submission by unholy thoughts and left to die on
unchartered waters.

A person who never mattered to anyone, died tonight as
a result of having no love or caring, stepped over even
at the end.

Death alone, just as in life, no where else to go but
in a casket, placed in a tomb with no marker.

There is no one to shed a tear for a little child who
has been abused and left for dead.