RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Gnarled and worn together, hands stood out upon the arms.

Wrinkled and wearing apart the skin slid down upon bones
of his eerie skeleton.
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Endless are hours of life, tucked between years
of sacrifice, branched out into all facets of
the universe, spent on exaggerating truths.
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Having nothing, barely existing, wanting to buy even just one
little outfit for our soon to be granddaughter, but we don't
have any money, not even for the dollar store.
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Sprinkling dawn of life throughout the world like a priest
blessing his congregation with holy water.

Lighting our ways, allowing independent growth, watching
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Lively as a still wind, faith sits waiting at home's hearth,
searching the land for someone who cares, seeing within
hearts, cold uncaring.
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Stranded, at a loss, left alone to deal with life, forgetting
what it feels like to be loved one minute for oneself.

Logically looking forward to dying a final death, realizing
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Silvery cobwebs blowing gently in the wind, reminding one
of silent, binding threads of life.

Forging ahead, shoving any semblance of pride, withdrawing
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Doors closing on hearts of sorrow, memories of past
experiences returning to remind us of horrible feelings.

Abandoned, rejected, of no consequence, life slowly
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How is lightening seen in the light of day? Is it brighter
than the light of the sun?

Can it's zig zag projections be seen clearly, is it seen in
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Inwardly walking paths of hell, being tormented with total
emptiness.

Outwardly, no one can tell of the pain and sorrow that has
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