RoseAnn V. Shawiak Desperation Poems

Watching as homeless people walk by McDonald's, all their
possessions held in shopping carts and plastic bags, looks
of desperation on their faces.
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Quiet desperation showing through
a melody being sung in a karaoke cafe.

No one knowing the silence of his life
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Quiet desperation being lived all over the world by those
who have nothing in this life of ours, pondering situa-
tions, noting circumstances beyond our control.
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Where are the moonbeams to guide death to my door?
Where are they hidden, why have I been forsaken by
wishes of eternal sleep?
When I awaken, I'd like to be on a distant horizon,
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Sitting in quiet desperation,
wanting to be able to talk - finding that I cannot.

Insides turning over - flipping out, because of stress,
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Desperation in my soul does not reflect in the sound of my voice.
It echoes within, bouncing off walls of my interior.
A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want to
let my eyes partake of it's salted despair.
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