Hidden Caverns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Every waking hour slipping into a coma, life unable to
become or be awakened through a long and abiding sorrow.

Following footsteps through forests of eternity without
any purpose or goal in life.

Seeing lightening pour forth in the fire, leaving it's
mark upon my soul, leaving it to my heart's sorrow.

An unfathomable descent into another dimension, down-
trodden and alone.

Passion lying beneath the surface of yesterday's sorrow
when life left and into the hidden caverns of death's
darkness.