Becoming No One Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Becoming No One



Stomping musically down roads, leading to eternity, watching scenery as I pass on my own.
Scraping, nose-diving, being made to live on edges of other's lives.
Never being a part of anyone's adventure, closely following solo desert plains, reacting and feeling tranquilly inside it's arid beauty.
Casting about, trying to find meaning and relief from all sorts of grieving.
Standing alone, once and for all, becoming no one again.

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