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