Coverlet Of Darkness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Doors closing on hearts of sorrow, memories of past
experiences returning to remind us of horrible feelings.

Abandoned, rejected, of no consequence, life slowly
drains from being and essence, being tossed upon rambling
tides of hell, brought about by evil men.

Never finding in life, peace and security that's been
told is his, wandering away in a tearless environment,
helpless, afraid of all people.

Fearing everyone's a tyrant and out of control, trusting
no one, not even himself, afraid to let anyone give a hug
of love, knowing it's just another way to get close and
hurt him again.

Living in an empty space created by others, having fear as
a constant companion, life is too dry, too painful that way,
so it is much better to die.

In dying, fear disappears and darkness envelopes you in it's
coverlet for all time.