Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Restoring Hidden Faith


Hearing shots, striking chords of living deaths as
moments begin to expire on hearths of yesterday's
fireplaces.

Placating senses with silent reprimands of mysterious
circumstances.

Praying for another's life as they lie upon a bed of
cement, soaked in the blood of forlorn abandonment,
left to die without anyone else noticing what is
happening in moments of death.

Restoring faith hidden within secrets of living, just
being alive within your own beings.

Deriving whatever is left of the human soul, taking
the rest to a grave of complete misunderstanding and
misplaced dreams, taken from each of us in our precious
youth.

Submitted: Monday, March 03, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, March 05, 2014

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