Afraid Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Afraid



Afraid to be comforted by anyone,
hiding away forever in a closet of darkness.
Noting that all life's moments come and go
in a tiny instance.
Nothing to want or desire, just pieces and
shards of heart-felt despair from another.
Grasping only the piquant atoms of undivided
attention, squaring shoulders and being
placed on funeral pyres.

Saturday, November 16, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: despair,funeral
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