Ebony Darkness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently drifting within, leaving all else behind, finding new
paths to travel alone and altogether, quietly being sacrificial
for others peace of mind.

Tokenly taking back seats, being driven into backwoods of
suicide, letting go for good.

Stepping slowly across the threshold of death, not looking back,
noticing an ebony darkness enveloping me.

Traversing alone, passing through time and never noticing the
hurt and pain left behind - molted like snake skin.

Following along, taking walks through lonely environments, not
seeing anything, never returning, never intruding, silently
being wept and left to dry in sorrow's enclave.

(8/23/11)