RoseAnn V. Shawiak (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)
Violating My Space In Life
Nothing feels good to me at this moment,
I'm numb with disappointment and bereavement.
There's no justification in life, it's just
what it is - nothing more or less.
Stepping always to an inner rhythm, at least
it drowns out all the suffering, disappointment
and abandonment felt within, caused by other's
violating my space in life.
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