RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Dry and arid inside, no green or water anywhere to be seen,
to light a match and throw it upon the desert of my mind,
allowing a brush fire to consume every thought and memory.
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Brushing away forces put upon a child is difficult after
a number of years have passed and middle-age has begun.

Jettisoning pieces around a mind, attempting to put
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A cloud of smoke, a burst of purple, as nature attempts to
live it's life in spite of existing pollution.

Colors being faded by the exhaust of vehicles, especially
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Differences in life are cut short by insistence of prejudice
and self.

Short-changing others to benefit self-esteem and worth, likely
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Baubles of childhood spill out upon floors of hidden memories,
rolling uncontrollably across a mind of past regrets.

Eyes always searching tops of trees, hoping to grasp onto a
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Problems focusing themselves onto pages of everyday history,
hurling themselves from left field into your lap.

Negative reactions flowing abundantly drowning inner emotional
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Wheels of fortune rattle around, making noise, but never
really giving anyone help.

Coffers filled majestically and held quite steadily away
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Splurting colors into the universe on modes of different
instruments, never weighing certain consequences that
will one day be returned in kind.
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Waking seconds before in apprehensive knowing of death
approaching.

Rapid wind, making sounds by a speeding car up above us on
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The male voice had belonged to an eighteen year old, walking
on the road when a speeding truck came upon him and swerved
so as not to hit him, but somehow the boy walked directly in
front of it, getting hit.
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