RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Sitting in an empty room, next to a telephone, amplifies
my loneliness, as I cry heavily inside.

No one sees that I am in pain, so I suffer here alone,
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Realizing the desperation in life, looking around, always
in empty rooms.

Noticing the vacant chairs, always staring, reminding all
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Anguish fills my being tonight, silently I suffer
alone, afraid to share it with anyone lest they
be pulled down by it too.
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Riding in a bus with many people, choosing to stay aloof,
lying back in the seat getting some more needed sleep.

Stopping for lunch, getting off of the bus, eating at a
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Mountains piled high like ice cream cones,
blended close together.

Whomever would eat these tasty looking
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Sitting high above the ground, looking up and around, seeing
and sharing the beauty manifested in natural delight.

Tops of trees near or beneath me, giving different perspectives
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Stars turned around, looking up instead of
down, locating the magnitude of life.

Breath upon breath held gingerly inside,
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Spires, steeples, reaching heavenward, praying quietly through
every day and night.

Fixing gazes, getting attention, looking up for haloed angels.
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Through passageways of nature, life floats rapidly, ever
onward, taking it's rightful place.

Bowing to demands made upon arrival, trees of everyone's
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Natural life has an aura shaped around it, bending, molding,
forming itself to meet every situation life undertakes to
hand it.
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