RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Pain of living is intense, it's a feeling of troubled sense and recompense.
A liturgy of unquieted remorse, alive within thoughts of undelight.
Solitary awakenings coursing within, tabulating the fortune of yesterday.
Forgetting the presence of any beginning thoughts held at bay within
the pain of total living.
Caring not for the last of programmed ineptitude, longing for emptiness that loneliness can always bring.
Forgetting past images, molded and shaped like clay, turning memories into unfit acquiescence.
Lighting horizons, clearing ways towards everlasting shores, carrying self with tides of remorse.
Unforgiving, tears of unfelt sorrow sliding down borders of yesterday.