Interiorly Bereft Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interiorly Bereft
Walking in the ocean, while rain pours upon me, yet I don't even
notice its' cold, feelings, because I'm interiorly berefit.
No one standing on shore to welcome me back upon the sand.
Tears streaming into the waves as each one is buried and washed
away.
Longing for some form of happiness and never finding any.
Monday, October 28, 2013
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