Insolent Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running away from life many times throughout the years,
not wanting to face it's myriad troubles and dutiful
stress.

Being captured, held in an emotional prison, never
being let go, held in the tightened grip of insolent
sorrow and sadness.

Wanting to let go and live a life of freedom, no stress
or turmoil, yet that never happens, unfortunately walking
earth, wending my way through jungles of strife and never
ending sorrow