RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waves Of Desperation - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Desperation in my soul does not reflect in the sound of my voice.
It echoes within, bouncing off walls of my interior.
A lump of tears jerks itself into my throat, and I do not want to
let my eyes partake of it's salted despair.
Wiping my mind with the tissue of my soul, carefully, gently, so
as not to tear what I know I cannot hold.
So insidiously feeling turmoil go through me like an ocean in a
Holding on to whatever fragments of strength and courage I have
left, I ride swelling waves of desperation, hoping to drown feelings
growing still inside me.
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