Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Self-Pity's Depths


Walking into depths of pity, looking around, touching
it's body, getting a feel of it's destiny in life's
program.
Watching it squeeze tears of sadness for a self of
thoughts, alone on a shelf of self-sorrow, inter-
twined with a reality of sorts.
Not able to disentangle from inner realms, folds
upon itself, wringing it's hands in self-absorbed
grief, not noticing that others are worse off than
themselves.
Missing many opportunities to break out of their
shells of self-deceit and live life on happier shores
in decent fashion with others around them and along
pathways through life.

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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