Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Highways Of Loneliness


Let me look to the highways of loneliness ahead, for there will I find the companion of my sorrow.
Walking through tearful puddles of my own doing, feeling the hurt and pain of remorse deeply within.
Never allowing it the freedom to roam about, containing it forever in a memory buried beneath my brain.
Solemnly taken away in the ever-changing, widening circles of my destiny.
Feathering through images, alighting upon none of them to preserve my soul and mind from separating through ever-eventful suicides.
Holding hands with notes of past requiem masses, stepping in time, the rhythm of death placating society's whims.
Fantasies abounding, taking flight when the truth of sorrow wins on every score.

Submitted: Sunday, February 17, 2013

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