Barren Deserts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Barren Deserts



Surrendering to the insistent yearning to cry is hard to
do, feelings are still bottled up inside, tears come to
my eyes, finding small corners to hide away in.

Strapped to a frayed existence, attempting in small ways
to comply with the rest of the world and finding great
difficulty in doing so.

In a little space of environment, quietly sorrowful, with
a heart beating it's rhythm in pain, because of the loss
of a relative.

Picking at the strings of inner life, music fills me
melancholicly throughout the day and night.

Cloudily my eyes mist over with every memory and thought,

Friday, October 24, 2014
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Amitava Sur 24 October 2014

A poignant write describing the mental condition on the loss of a nearest one and at the same time trying to exist under a vulnerable situation with lots of difficulties.

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