Shuffling Minds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hanging heads forlornly in a bereaved stance, shuffling minds, competing with pools of tears, wanting to be expressed.
A sadness, emptying into abysses and folding themselves up in ebony darkness capturing the intense abandonment of yesterday's abuse. A solo journey of some whose lives have been jeopardized from the beginning of times.
Conception being substituted by uncaring parents too young to understand.