Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Hidden Clock

Scarcely wondering what is going on, not interested in
anything anyway.

Sensing temptation of death, smelling it close to me, a
thousand bouquets mixing their scents as one.

Reaching inside, locating a hidden clock of self-eternity,
determining time left here on earth.

Destiny fulfilled, quenched, put to sleep forever, walking,
stepping aside, contemplating the other side of life and
wistfully looking forward to it.

Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014
Edited: Sunday, August 17, 2014

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