RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ripple Of Disdain - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Standing strength perched on shoulders of soft steel.
Bearing burdens of sadness in quiet abiding, whispering of it's loneliness to no one.
Squelching tears which try to escape and tell the world about what lies within landscapes of lonely heartache.
Fortunes lost and gained, causing not even a ripple of disdain, for all of life is contained in patterns swept beneath couches of remorse.
Figuratively reminding everyone of silent unrehearsed sorrow, the depth of pain held far too closely without realizing the harm it causes.
Swinging wildly by a camel's hair on the rim of oblivion, left by saddened courtesies of life.
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