Fantasy Comes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely desire running deep within, looking only for a friend
who cares.

Saying nothing, silence reigns again, because no one has come
to talk or share.

Sitting alone, way in back of the room, reflecting an emptiness
of life as it remains every day.

Touching nothing, reality fights to keep it's place, as
imagination slowly ebbs and gets it's way.

Tearing pages from an energetic mind, fantasy comes to dwell
forever in memories of knowledge once sublime.