Sliding beings hiding behind their shadows, never exposing themselves for fear of being discovered for who they really are.
Not wanting to be known, living in silence, never opening their mouths or having conversations.
So totally alone and hanging inside ideas of doom, not planning a life to come back to.
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.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/drying-in-the-desert/
