World Without Purpose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

World Without Purpose



A quiet evening, silent, no songs being sung, twilight
holding no stars in sight, moon not rising and sun al-
ready set beyond the horizon.

A nothingness enfolded my world without purpose, tears
flow down another's highway.

Unable to feel even a drop as I don't fall asleep in a
pleasant dream, only a nightmare to caress my mind.

Friday, January 2, 2015
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