Being Devoured Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being Devoured
Sitting at my desk, thinking deeply of life, looking
forward to it's ending as my soul drifts slowly, ebb-
ing into heaven.
Looking forward to a life filled with possibilities,
when you grasped and destroyed my entire soul and being
with your drunken, raping, frenzy.
Like a mad demon in heat, devouring my being in one fell
swoop, never giving me a chance at love or life in this
world.
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4/25/2024 9:10:25 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Looking forward to a life filled with possibilities, when you grasped and destroyed my entire soul and being with your drunken, raping, frenzy. very sad lines.... complications in real life.....when a man is not imbibed with the Spirit of God, love is no more love.........thank you dear Roseann. tony