Leaning over, looking into the depths, total blackness stares back.
There is no hope, joy or laughter in the depths of misery's pools -
only the blackness of depression sitting upon it's haunches in
disrepair.
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RoseAnn V. Shawiak shoulders drooping in the glare of sadness. I don't know your gender, I am not concerned. I have seen a beloveds shoulders droop, a flower ooze with disdain and pain. You write well, you must continue to write from your heart fellow poet, because heart is the only USP that sells, nay creates, nay discovers unwritten poetry.