Where are the moonbeams to guide death to my door? <br />Where are they hidden, why have I been forsaken by <br />wishes of eternal sleep? <br />When I awaken, I'd like to be on a distant horizon, <br />one with no pain, or cares. <br />Eyes wide open to the beauty of another world. <br />Why must I stay on this deserted earth-like planet? <br />Why can't I be placed somewhere to think and feel <br />without sorrow or despair? <br />Can eternal bliss also be out of my grasp? <br />Where can I turn to find a place in a world where <br />I too can fit in with others? <br />Playing games of life with silent desperation, will <br />there ever be a time of revelation? <br />What does anyone expect of me as I sit and write my <br />heart and soul down on paper? <br />Only to cast me aside, yet marvel at my poetry. <br />Life is so very difficult, why can't death find it's <br />way to my doorstep and take away this earthly misery? <br />Must I go on another day? <br />Or may I quit as I lie sleeping tonight? <br />Holding on to dreams that will never materialize, why <br />put up a fight, all has already been lost and buried <br />under images of the past. <br /> <br /> (10/11/96)<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-games-of-desperation/
