RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Black Despair - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Leaning over, looking into the depths, total blackness stares back.
There is no hope, joy or laughter in the depths of misery's pools -
only the blackness of depression sitting upon it's haunches in
Tears sliding gently, mingling with the murky waters, draping sorrow
lightly upon shoulders drooping in the glare of sadness.
Stepping cautiously toward the banks of forgotten happiness -
afraid to reach out and step upon the glistening sand.
Backwards - stepping - falling fast - sinking below the waters of
despair forever drowning in the blackness of it's lair.
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