Hollow Of Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hollow Of Sorrow



Folding entirely into myself, not caring to move out
of a sphere of intellect where I feel most comfortable
and at ease.
Swinging carelessly, letting go, dropping into a non-
descript hollow of sorrow.
Wallowing around in it's mire, never leaving contents
to die.

Thursday, November 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: caring,leaving,sorrow
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