Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Eyes Of Loneliness


Clock watchers delving into hours of play, awaiting
a time of displacement as minutes pass slowly away.
Taking future dreams into places stale with smoke,
recreating nightmares of old out of habits too hard
to break away from.
Moistened dreams, drowning on beds of decrepit
thoughts, allowing memories of deceased loved ones
to fall into caverns and abysses of neglected
feelings of lost love.
Waking when watchers of clocks have fallen sound
asleep, taking with them everything good and gentle
away from memories past, leaving only teardrops
falling from eyes of loneliness.
Alone once again by habits of choice, made through
a fog of eternal dismay, giving no more thought to
a loved one's memory gone astray.

Submitted: Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Edited: Thursday, January 16, 2014
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