RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Promise Of Happiness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Standing alone - deeply embedded in misery - life tramples on,
listening to another's beat.
Everywhere, turning joy into sorrow - leaving piles of feathered tears
to sort out life's miseries.
Searching certain paths of meaning, filing memories in cardboard boxes, getting them ready for funeral pyres.
Ascending to heaven, sitting at it's gates, wondering if life is really as bad as it always seems.
Knowing that it is, sensing it's ruin, falling to earth with pain
surrounding it's atmosphere.
Everywhere, sadness sits upon people's brows, slowly falling -
dripping down their faces.
Where is the promise of happiness - where has it gone?
Listening to silence filtering through the noise - finding very few
moments to enjoy anything.
Heartlessly carrying on for another, not wanting to retreat from the
borders of life.
Finding nothing, but deep ravines - crevices - sliced from your
grasp - life is made up of nothing but glass.
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