Black Abyss Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sweet straining melodies capturing youth, turning it around,
showing repeatedly abuse subjected to daily, it can no longer
hurt, yet it does.

Not able to get away from it's stranglehold, being tormented
relentlessly now when not so long ago there was no memory of
it at all.

Therapeutic endeavors have brought everything to the fore-
front, filling a being with pain, sorrow, shame and guilt.

Suddenly snapping, terminating, leaving it to fall into the
blackest abyss of hell with no way - absolutely no hope.

Inside, the thread was cut so short that it can never be
reached or touched again, depth of being once alive has now
died.

Shriveled, crumpled, killed once and for all, left living in
a deadened hell.

Buried soul, hidden from view, never to be consciously dealt
with again.

No longer looking to life for there is no life within a being, forsaken, thrown away, not being anymore.