Waiting Solo Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting Solo



Tranquility of night is upon my head, burrowed severely
in life, fearful of an abandoning neglect given by
others.

Unrelentingly sorrowful, sitting alone in a park,
satisfied that life is a solo, waiting for it's death.

Saturday, October 25, 2014
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