Sounds of night, silent under the stars, afraid to speak <br />or move. <br /> <br />Frightened as a baby bird when falling from it's nest, <br />contained in the abyss of unforgiven love. <br /> <br />Requiem music playing itself under shrouds of deepest night, <br />consequently bypassing the sanity of expansive thought. <br /> <br />Alone, standing in the forsaken spotlight of total <br />abandonment, lost forever in inane thoughts. <br /> <br />Wild conversations never seem to materialize, instead, they <br />just wallow in the backwash of another time. <br /> <br />Standing in the deepest mire on earth, farther from any <br />shore ever been upon. <br /> <br />Totally alone and in a suicidal mode of thought, waiting <br />to be acted upon by a teenager who has just been raped.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/suicidal-mode-of-thought/
