RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Alone - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Filled with desire, alone, empty, expired within,
seeking nothing, finding nothing, allowing changing
seasons small places to reside in.
Autumn falling in every sphere on earth, but none
more touching than within this sad, small heart,
wanting to touch sights I see, to feel sounds I hear.
Ringing across my sight, I feel vibrations touching
my heart, making it stir in anticipation of a new
world beyond what I have seen.
Knowing the emptiness of penetrating desire, alone,
empty, expired within.
Sights and sounds dead, no feelings or hints of
tomorrow alive; just the corpse of a small child
now grown and gone in just one moment of death to
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