Portrait Of Misadventure Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sirens of sadness turning into a portrait of misadventure and solemn thoughts of an empty and forlorn mood of sorrow.

Standing in a cell of solitude not knowing how to escape its heavy, lonely, feeling strangling this heart in a fantasy.

One that will never achieve reality, it's just too far out to form any logical tone or conclusion.

It would not capture everything in an innate talent, but finding that all has been lost, never to be found in this modern world.

Something that's never going to happen, far too long being empty-handed, moving on without any of it at all.