RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lasting chances are held underground where no one can reach them.
Here above, we are doomed to failure because we cannot communicate
with one another.
Life counts itself backwards and never takes steps to trace the
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Rambling around, charging and retreating, afraid to approach
one another, afraid we might become friends.
Growing like the grass, steadily approaching maturity, being
mowed down by another's insecurity.
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Graceful, pointed, slicing through memories easily and quietly.
Deadly betrayal hiding beneath it's beauty, ready to lunge and
put an end to life and it's sorrow.
How easily it gains trust with compassion and kindness,
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Life is a tumultuous process derived from birth.
Difficult decisions and little experience cause
many moments of despair.
Strangled by others should's and should not's,
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Tears smart and sting my eyes, pulling with them, heartstrings
sore and hurt.
Standing by mutely as the world walks past, not noticing any
individual or particular feeling.
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Deathly silent, nothing moving, suffocating in the still, still air.
Labored breathing, stomach held in knots, holding anger tightly
with fear.
Concentrating, barely, on the feelings bursting within.
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Sadly feeling empty within, no where to go,
direction and it's sense have left me behind.
Lost and forlorn, hurting beyond this world,
hoping and longing for it's end, sitting and
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Handling mundane chores of life leaves an unfulfilled emptiness inside.
They are of no consequence or value except in their
doing and getting done.
There is more to life, it must be explored and met
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Bare wooden facts stand like forests of our own making,
directing our paths towards total enlightenment and joy.
Figuring our daily undertakings carefully, calculating
their purposes according to priorities, and landing
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Tears of remembering, hiding just within reach,
not wanted right now.
Yet, they somehow keep insisting on showing
themselves.
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