Lost Statue Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Lost Statue
Losing the statue of childhood that I had, now no longer
even sitting upon a swing, but walking around it to sit
on a bench - the grownup thing to do.
Sitting into the night, dressed in sadness, refusing to
participate in any part of life.
Tearing apart this heart, slicing what is left of it into
tiny pieces, never to feel the hurt of abandonment and
betrayal ever again in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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