RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life Mislaid - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tears of dark emptiness fall slowly from my eyes,
each drop bringing with it a piece of my heart.
Soaked through with sorrow, my head hung limply
from my shoulders.
Sullenly forsaken in a drifting sense of space,
Falling lifeless onto the pile of inhumanity, life
lies open on the hearth of death.
Bleedingly fallen, never again to rise - never again
to see a new day's dawning beauty.
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