Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Minutes Of Life


Saving grace for lonely days, sitting at home without
anyone to talk with.

Loneliness saturating spirits with careful assimilation
as clocks while away timeless moments aging before us.

Waiting for signs, omens, sounds of approaching death,
hearing nothing, seeing nothing, yet feelings slowly
overcome beings with a knowing.

A sincere thought that life is growing shorter and can no
longer be bought through prayers or lighting of candles,
the coming days, hours and minutes of a life on it's final
breaths of air.

Submitted: Friday, February 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 24, 2014

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