Death Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pulling away from a love that's wrong, not wanting it to fill
self at all, just wanting to be totally free of love and it's
myriad ideas of tightening strings.

Binding beings and taking away from who they are, causing a
feeling of sadness touching interiorly, but only for a moment
in time, then it's gone.

Wanting to live and find a way to be at home in a solitary
place with no one having any hold on oneself, needing to be
alone in the only way ever wanting to be on this earth.

Pulling away from a love that's wrong, not wanting to be
held or kissed for that is the death of being if allowed to
happen.