Like lightening to a bug, my world is transformed into <br />another place. <br />Life is worn inside out, filled with doubt and <br />insecurity. <br />How can life go on in a trench so deep and mired with <br />sadness? <br />So quiet, so gently, everything turned around and no <br />more feeling was felt. <br />Away from it all to a deserted isle within, hidden <br />from all, attempting to follow heart's desires. <br />Silently waiting for forlorn music to end this sympathy <br />symphony held daily within. <br />Taking notice of images, always standing within reach, <br />contemplating their worth when life is done. <br />All is lost, there is no more to work with. <br />Life has ended on this quiet, forlorn afternoon. <br />And no one is the wiser for it.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sympathy-symphony/
