Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Unclear Thinking


Filling angrily with frustration, wanting to lash out
and get rid of this abiding feeling.

Leaving me hanging like wet laundry on a line outside,
causing prisms of unbound justification from surfacing
in an abhorrent way.

Listening subconsciously to interior melodies, hiding
deep within an abyss, wielding unpopular beliefs and
causing a deformity of unclear thinking.

People talking idly about, nothing important, filling
up space with their particular noises, aggravating
interior frustration outwardly also, where it's not
wanted.

Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 19, 2014

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