Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

An Emotional Distance


Silent cravings, holding onto my heart as it bleeds from wounds bestowed upon it by another rose.
Totally wrenching it's roots from the aorta, blocking love from being felt again.
Remorseful thoughts, creeping quietly alongside, once felt generous beauty and thoughtfulness.
Aggravating timeless mind-sets, pictures fading, wallowing in self-pity, not letting out the person who is suffering from her own emotional distance of others.
A painful existence being driven home on tears of remorse for friends who once were dear to their hearts.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, February 26, 2013
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