Sorrowfully Noticing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sorrowfully Noticing



Losing ground every day, falling beneath coverlets of life as they warm me.
Keeping away the coldness of a population, bent on hurting my feelings with their unholy desires for my life.
Sorrowfully my head falls down and I walk forward, noticing everything lying before me, but not wanting any part of it to become a part of me.

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