RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Never being at a loss for living moments in time,
finding utmost experiences most enjoyable when
they come from within my subconscious realms.
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Stretching and groaning our way down lanes of peaceful
memories, trying to not let them get us down all the time.
Startling images falling into our lines of vision, we step
into our future horizons, walking in it's warm sands.
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Riding through adversity in saddles of desert beauty,
barren and arid.

Following an exact amount of measures, noting adjacent
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Tell-tale signs beleaguer the mind as we age into
our sunsets without our youth.

Taking thoughts gently in sorrow, we constantly
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Coping with reality through music, art and poetical musings, holding on to life's rhythm through them all.
Bereft of human comforts, left out in still cold winter depths, unafraid of it's effects on me as I stand silently, being filled with all it's harboring feelings.
Sensing death always alongside me, taking me away slowly, in it's own time.
Never giving me a choice, taking particles along the way.
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Not wanting to know another, feeling cold and empty inside, left to my own devices as I mature in an aged environment of sorrow.
Carefully touching my face, feeling the tears holding on for dear life, afraid to let go, lest they fall, disappearing forever, leaving me in an empty, arid shell.
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Signaling an emptiness of sorts, filling me interiorly with displaced tears, setting me up to be lonely in the coming days.
Sitting in front of a cold, empty fireplace, feeling no warmth being emitted, no conversation being carried on, just sitting alone on a bear rug in the middle of my winter desert.
Feeling hopelessly lost, wary of any contact, yet, looking, hoping, for the one person who'll seek me out and befriend me in the loneliness of last days on earth.
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