RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Parents and children standing around the desk, waiting to
sign up for different classes and sports.

Loving to play, children having an opportunity while their
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Reflections of self in mirrors and windows don't tell or
show who I am, what I think, how I feel, what my opinions
are, what my life is like.
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Babies being killed, children being raped, what is wrong
with people, how can they be so evil and perverted?

What kind of monsters are they, how can anyone commit
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Sitting here watching guys play pool in between writing
poetry.

No one bothering, leaving me to myself, knowing that I
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Turning up the volume, letting it vibrate within, going
into heights and depths of rhythm, enjoying every beat
and tone along the way.
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Once thinking that learning everything to be learned
could be done, now knowing that it's impossible to
achieve.
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Never really knowing everything about ourselves, how do
we think we can know another person?

Unless talking intensely, openly, truthfully, our conver-
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Lonesome and tired of being alone at times, wandering
earth in a bubble of loneliness, sorrow tripping us up
every step of the way.
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Thinking, pondering life, hearing news filled with
atrocities going on in our world, seeing death and
abhorrent decadence all around us, when did our
world fall apart, I wonder.
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We die just by living on this earth, there is no way to
hinder it at all.

Being born, growing up, loving, having children, being
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