Sliding beings hiding behind their shadows, never exposing themselves for fear of being discovered for who they really are. <br />Not wanting to be known, living in silence, never opening their mouths or having conversations. <br />So totally alone and hanging inside ideas of doom, not planning a life to come back to. <br />Being depressed and sunken into rivets of never-ending loss until expiring in a puddle of forgotten tears, drying up in the desert, no where to show feelings or emotions.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drying-in-the-desert/
