Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Aftermath Of Suicide


Choosing and selecting rhythms that fit my style of writing
in the here and now.

Being freer in realms of human beings, living in the after-
math of suicidal tendencies, never acting upon them just
because they come to mind.

Experiencing whatever they have to say, listening carefully
to all thoughts flowing and catching them in words of
poetical illusions.

Committing them to memory, using them throughout life when
thinking I may use them to escape from the hell of a world.

Turning away instead, traveling on other pathways to finding
myself, lost upon waves of desolution.

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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