RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sands Of Eternity
Dark places, hiding on a carousel, taunting with it's silent
mystery and bright lights.
Forgetting to be careful, rushing into black corners before
Causing a myriad of hesitant thoughts to rise to a troubled
Stamping out tapes and recordings going around in my head -
head falling downcast upon my shoulders.
Slowly walking, keeping step with self, looking for nothing,
because no one can give what they have not inside.
Turning away from compassion and caring, drifting onto sands
Sensing the darkness of life closing gently about me.
Shoulders draped with sorrow's tears, unable to be held
together through all the strife.
Casually strolling down a quaint pathway, choosing to walk
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