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My Foresaken Night
if light were to shine my way,
would i notice?
am i so used to seeing darkness that regardless of the bright light hat shines so deep infront;
amI walking around that light?
am i happy being tormented
or am i just petrified of release?
am i so used to holding onto these chaotic burdens,
that I am horrified to let go?
Is there really light?
or just pure darkness?
i search over and over for answers,
i have exhausted myself with the hunt for serenity.
but, what if that serenity has been staring me down all along?
have i been too weak to pursue ...