Desertion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Desertion



What am I? What am I but a speck of dust in someone's eye.
To be washed away and sent to hell.
Alone and broken, no more words spoken as life's curtains
slowly fold and drape over my body, as I sleep in deepest
slumber tonight.
Life no longer able to be spent by me again.
Love has deserted and left an empty, black void,
uncontainable forever.
Silent being forgotten and tossed upon lava rocks of an
erupting volcano.

(9/30/96)

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