Coasting Down Icicles Of A Lost Horizon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet, inspiring and alert to the world around me,
giving and letting it take everything from my grasp.

Reaching out, yet being closed against everything I
tried to do.

Love ending in a preoccupation of self, never giving
your heart to me or any other.

Feeling alone and forsaken, nothing but emptiness
left to my heart.

Canceling out the best part of my life without a
reprieve, no way to get it back.

Leaving this life I treasured so preciously, now
being forsaken in the mud puddles of strife.

Going on alone, bereft, with no way to find my way
back, hurrying to and fro without a clue.

Finding that happiness has been eluding me, wondering
whatever happened to our love of yesterday.

Can you still feel my heart beating against yours
during the night, or are you numb to what we used to
have.

Wanting to understand and know what is going on, not
wanting to be like flotsam flowing down river with no
goal or direction to attend to along roads of destiny.

Coasting down the icicles of a lost horizon, having
no way to get back what we had before, now wandering
on a path that leads to nowhere.