RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A Bereaved Poet's Catacombs - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Indefinite circumstances piling up against reality, insinuating
themselves into close proximity, dampening spirits of happiness
Depressing a mind beyond it's existence, cutting, severing it,
from normal feelings.
Inspiring only heart-felt sorrow, manipulating and arranging it
to fit appropriately in a bereaved poet's catacombs of tomorrow.
Supplying abundant grief, emotionally draining my soul and
leaving me totally, physically bereft.
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