RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

What once made us happy in life now brings only sadness and tears pulling at our hearts through grief and loss.

Special pains that bring back the memories of those we've loved in our lifetimes.
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A voice of feelings singing into the night alone, rain falling, taking hold of interior emotions in storms of yesterday.

Longing, desires, passion, all having been buried in beds of abuse and left in a grave.
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Classic yesterdays taunted by inner thoughts as they're spread within layers of promises that'll never be released or used in tunnels of what once was beautiful and special.

Now, all have disappeared, there's nothing left in the unique memories of yesterday that have now flown away into another vision dying away.
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Waltzing, stepping to rhythms as they appear in the middle of a song, leaving behind the peace of another time.

Wrinkles of life sometimes cannot be ironed out for it seems that an ineptitude is casting its spell onto the world.
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Pleasant rhythms playing alone, wondering where everyone has gone, no more humor or fun left behind.

Looking around, hoping that a wonderful vision will escape into the mind of a poet.
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Sirens of sadness turning into a portrait of misadventure and solemn thoughts of an empty and forlorn mood of sorrow.

Standing in a cell of solitude not knowing how to escape its heavy, lonely, feeling strangling this heart in a fantasy.
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Hearts holding onto hope, but not believing in it, bringing about a gentle sadness that cannot be dealt with in this lonely being.

All rhythms of what used to belong to we two have broken apart, fragmented our lives together, not having any more secrets of loving you at all.
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Standing strong, not being pushed around, having an inner strength that has been building through time and many measures of abuse in this life.

No more, it will not happen anymore, for this woman has risen from the shame and embarrassment another has caused in this life.
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Life having meaning and reasons to be in an entire sign of rhythms as they rise and fall within.

Like ocean waves being righted and sailing into the sunset, heading towards another dimension beyond this world.
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Songs being sung by a voice continually flattening out the sound of notes, others trying to drown him out, but still he keeps on going.

Mounting his steed of music as he wind into vacant spaces of another thought process, being left in a spacious room with death playing and singing those flat notes always.
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