Pits Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Pits Of Loneliness
Cooling edges of my mind, sun setting slowly over my horizon.
Untalkative, unreachable, unable to be reckoned with on any
human level.
Settled into the deepest pits of loneliness, kept there
because of a lack of trust.
Finding there are no reasons or provocative arguments to
sway the situation, unwaveringly staying where I am most
comfortable and the rest of the world be damned.
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4/25/2024 5:49:59 PM # 1.0.0.1119
sun setting slowly over my horizon... excellent metaphor... love it rose.