RoseAnn V. Shawiak
A bitter end lies within my sight, crying softly, crouching lowly, waiting to let go.
Pain has overwhelmed me, drowned all hopes and dreams of living life freely again.
There is a past spread out before me, casting me to depths of despair, filling time with darkness in death's open door.
Time has packed it's bags and left, no longer interested in what will happen.
Tired of incessant sadness, crowding every moment, leaving nothing - joy and happiness cannot abide within.
Winds of sand form dunes upon the desert of life, forsaking every particle of breath to lie down and be buried beneath the heaviness of memories and it's images.
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