Driven Sorrow Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Driven Sorrow



Seeping sorrow can't be quenched by any assortment of
platitudes given by anyone.
Deepest depressions in life's armor, gathering rust and
eroding inner personalities with a figment of tenuous
imagination, felt with a sorrow, driven by flat tones
and falling rhythms.

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