Past Devastation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Past Devastation
Sadly feeling empty within, no where to go,
direction and it's sense have left me behind.
Lost and forlorn, hurting beyond this world,
hoping and longing for it's end, sitting and
waiting here yet.
Alone in a desolated place, a space inside
where I can relate to myself - hate myself -
as I wander through this devastation of the
past, as it rears it's ugly head, scaring
me closer to death.
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