Exile Of Humanity Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Exile Of Humanity



Wondering if a man ever really loves a woman, in my
experience the answer would be a resounding No!

For they are too self-absorbed and self-centered to
care about anyone except themselves.

Only looking for a maid, taxi driver, sex slave, or
a punching bag, etc.

There may be a few exceptions, but they are few and
far between.

Living in exile of humanity when with a man who has
no true love within his heart.

Seems to be a lying illusion from what has been seen
through the years.

Lucky, the few women who have a good, loving man,
hold onto them for dear life, sharing and living a
life of spirituality.

Saturday, August 24, 2019
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