RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Riding around, listening to conversations had and remembered
with no problem.

Anger hiding just inside, but held in check, knowing friends
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Lying down under six feet of dirt with no way of hearing
what I have to say, anger fills this heart as I walk away,
why didn't you ever let me speak my mind? Were you afraid
of what I might say?
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Sitting, trapped within a space, determined not to have
any fun, only sitting, staring, checking the time upon
his watch.
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Wind blowing hurriedly through, causing ideas to flow
heavily, muddily, through the slime of yesterday.

Trying to sort out thoughts to place on paper, is very
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Birds flying by, dipping their wings into my loneliness,
sending it flying as I write to relieve myself of it.

Pounding rhythms through my mind, hitting feelings,
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Alone, sitting, watching from a distance, little children
playing on slides and monkey bars.

Hearing animated talk and spontaneous laughter, enjoying
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Light befalls these eyes and seeps gently through this
heart into it's very soul, strumming heartily, memories
of the past.
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Images of broken light cast their shadows on the pavement
of past youth, hopscotch drawings, long since washed or
faded away, leaving only vague traces of having been there.
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Fallen down on edges of sanity, grabbing ropes of disdain,
holding on for dear life, fearing the burial brought to the
surface of talented instances.
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Incoherently besieging the emptiness of days begotten in
timid recognition, saturated with displays of unchanneled
friendship.
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