Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Steeped In Nothingness

Light of evening falls away and nighttime becomes fulfilled,
many ways have spread throughout the day, taking with them,
moments from every part of it.

Grasping ineptitudes of quiet praise, failing to make any
plan of sense today, trying to hold together semblances of
life, fragmented and tossed aside through misery.

Facing hardships in abandoned loneality and sitting on many
deserted shores forever steeped in nothingness where love
is no more.

Submitted: Thursday, June 19, 2014

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