RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Broken Lost Soul - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tapping out rhythms, always seeking the American dream,
wanting to have it all, attaining riches beyond imagin-
Going into canyons of lonely echoes, holding all hopes,
and watching the wishes of childhood continue to float
about in inner atmospheres.
Never taking eyes or mind off the final chapter in life,
where I will have attained it all, then wondering what
to do with nothing left in life but the emptiness.
Having everything except happiness and lasting love, high-
ways ahead, but no place for this broken and lost soul to
A lonesome hollow and unforgiving human being, now at the
end of the road, only material things to show for a life
that should have had a purpose.
Having none, head hung low, love and caring having escaped
the purchases of the almighty dollar throughout an entire
lifetime on this earth.
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