Counting Down Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Counting Down
Clock ticking loudly in the hallway, counting down minutes of
life, taking nothing into account about living or surviving.
Loneliness taking hold of our hand, walking through an empti-
ness, blinded by the darkness of loss.
Having a stranglehold on life, mind numb, feeling nothing
but desires and passion that are now lying useless in a heart
without love.
Wednesday, August 16, 2017
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5/6/2024 9:36:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
These are hard truths, and it's not just one big truth but many truths which haunt us and make it impossible to see the possibilities of renewal or weigh us down so we can't lift the present moment and get beyond its dead end. BOY, YOU'VE GOT TO CARRY THAT WEIGHT A LONG TIME! That's the anthem that closes the Beatles' great album ABBEY ROAD, and it's the honest truth, simply expressed but melodically rich in meaning.Sing that chorus instead of counting down.