Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Withdrawal


Where arrows walk down silent pathways in the forest,
deepest withdrawal stirs in moments of despair.

Empty, totally stepping in mires of sorrow, like mud
covering your shoes.

Looking about, seeing trees thickly grown together,
no way out until you are upon them.

Forever taking handfuls of stones, leaving trails
behind, hoping to be found.

Life stretches, pulls itself apart, folds in upon
itself and hides.

Hides beneath the coverlet of suicide.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 19, 2014

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Thinking of suicide is a normal thought, it fits in nicely with poetry of grief, although it's never acted upon, except in words.

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