Still Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Still



Anguish fills my being tonight, silently I suffer
alone, afraid to share it with anyone lest they
be pulled down by it too.

Quietly looking about, all is still, nothing is
moving.

Monday, June 16, 2014
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