Journey Of Despair Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching ever deeper into pockets of intense loneliness, feeling
around in darkness, never finding moments of happiness stored
supposedly inside.
Stark gray granite reef, sitting in my way, casts dark shadows
upon my brow.
Allowing for distant breakers to fall upon the sand, sounds
come silently from another land, insistently relating past
facts of abandonment strongly felt.
There are no fantasies here, imagination is not aware, it is
all forbidden when on a journey of despair.
Desperation clings to the very inside of my heart and mind,
tearing it apart, causing me to fall into it's hell.
Sublime caution centers itself in my being, ripping apart the
self-esteem I'm just beginning to see.
How can life become anything, when I can't even become myself?
Just a tainted spirit left alone on foreign shores, tides
running over, burying me beneath sands of uncaring, thoughtless
people.