RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Confusion Of Death - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Waking to a mysterious feeling taking us aback,
reasons lying bare, logic having left them also,
for they no longer have a purpose to be.
Life has been torn apart and is no more a necessity
that we can't do without, looking about, wondering
what's going to happen here in this darkness.
Harboring what's left of what we once were, reticent
to move forward anymore, standing back thinking, not
knowing which foot to step with into another horizon.
Shutting down a mind filled with poetical expressions,
no longer able to remain here on earth, wondering if
anything of this life will be remembered.
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