Elizabeth Sheaffer Poems
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Alone In The Crowd
Sitting at a desk in a brightly lit room,
Surrounded by people, but still so alone...
Fighting a feeling of impending doom;
A chill in the room that cuts to the bone.
I've not seen your face in many a day.
The thought of you makes my heart ache so.
Missing your voice; it' so hard to be gay.
Happiness escapes wherever I go.
Dining alone in a quiet cafe'.
Delicious food still seems so bland.
Brown briefcase; a nice attache'.
Fighting to meet life's many demands.
I'm trying to pull myself together
Before I completely fall apart.
Battling to ...
The Last Resort
Tears well up, threatening to o'erspill these blackened lashes.
Blackened; That's what society calls fashion.
Little girls playing in mother's make-up.
Wind, whispering through bright, green-leaved trees.
Running around barefoot, the wind in your face.
Falling back, your hair flowing behind you on freshly cut grass.
Looking up at the clouds; sunshine streaming on a beaming face.
Bliss, eternal and sweetly innocent.
Reminiscing years later...