Treasures No Longer Found
Swallowing the putrid sadness that insists on coming into
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
this life uninvited, placing hearts on gallows, hanging
and leaving them bereft in the darkness of mourning.
Taking and trying to bring it into the atmosphere of life
does not seem to want to happen, as I find lifeless thoughts
listlessly lolling about interiorly lost and forlorn.
Nothing happening to awaken the fruitlessness of anything,
treasures no longer being found within, just an emptiness
and feelings of abandonment.