RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Dismal Foreshadowing Of Life - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Solemn, quiet, taking thoughts funereally into the
darkness of my soul.
Melody's tears pouring out of this heart, being
unrecognizable in this morning light as they pass
shadowly across my mind.
Stone walls standing beneath my feet as I walk
into danger zones of bereavement, nothing or no one
here to help in this forsaken desert of the soul.
Falling with this blackened night into a dismal
foreshadowing of life in the future, dying in a
helpless state of mind.
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