Trap Door Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trap Door



Falling into a pool of painful tears, wondering how I've fallen in.
Is there a trap door somewhere within me?
A mysterious concern filling me, I know not what it is.
Continually bantering, haunting my being with it's excessive
consistency in harming me.
It's not easy to see, it's only felt inside me every day, whether
or not I want it to be a part of me.

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