RoseAnn V. Shawiak Despair Poems

Promises of the moon above are imagined in minds of lovers
wanting so much more in and from life, moments of pleasure
end up being lost in the despair of living.
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Knowing nothing, yet living in this nothingness without
you, baby, hoping to find my way through this atmosphere,
distraught, immobile, not rising to any occasion.
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Walking down avenues of continual sadness and sorrow,
seeing puddles and pools of tears everywhere I look,
knowing they've come from deaths of loss I've had.
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Filled with the sepulcher of lightened knowledge, life sits
itself in front of a cameo, portraying an oil painting of
immense despair.
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At times our minds seem to be drowning in sorrow, loss or
abandonment, hearts unable to beat with any amount of en-
ergy or verve.
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Strengthening ties of inner turmoil, purposely flexing
and unflexing memories of the past.

Outliving nightmares, justifying images, attempting to
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Listening to the wild call of insensitive beings, standing on
the brink of edgeless causeways.

Settling in among dead branches, leaves entangle themselves
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Pushing forward, melodies taking people through moments of
despair at times, giving hope, elating and making them feel
like everything is going to be alright in the end.
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Splendid character beaming throughout the world,
shining personality, so charismatic, endearing,
and believable.
Solidly built on spiritual qualities, fulfilling
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Lights blinking, sparkling, enticing eyes and minds of
people, urging them to sit a spell and pour hard-earned
money into their particular slot machines.
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Watching myself slip and fall, breaking into many fragments,
unrecognizable to all.
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Hiding under the umbrella tree, not wanting anyone to see
the many tears of hurt hiding inside me all these years.
Afraid to come out, afraid to be rejected again or
abandoned like last time.
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Encased in a mirror of despair, looking inward,
finding nothing there to hold onto.
Reserving poses of sadness for reflections
standing in sidelines past the darkness of sublime
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Leaning over, looking into the depths, total blackness stares back.
There is no hope, joy or laughter in the depths of misery's pools -
only the blackness of depression sitting upon it's haunches in
disrepair.
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Reaching ever deeper into pockets of intense loneliness, feeling
around in darkness, never finding moments of happiness stored
supposedly inside.
Stark gray granite reef, sitting in my way, casts dark shadows
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