Evil Is Harsh Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Remembering life before evil struck, being whole, happy, care-
free and filled with happiness, joy and laughter, those were
very pleasant days that are wanted so much to get back.

Leaving the pain of what evil did so many years ago, taking
away the life that I loved so well, the freedom that was wholly
mine.

Thinking it could never be taken away, but evil is harsh, mean,
uncaring, taking everything but this soul, that it could never
have, for it's mine only to give to God when I leave this earth.