Interrupted Voice Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Interrupted voice being clouded by a sound that just can't seem to be sung tonight, wandering along trails that wind throughout forests of make-believe.

Not having anywhere to rest or hide from mistakes made in life, searching, hoping to find some semblance of love, sitting back, drinking coffee.

A guitar playing, being picked and strummed in a far away land of a totally reminiscent period of timely rhythms, that can no longer be sung to today.