RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Empty Beauty - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Leaves falling within, bringing about recognition of life - the autumn it is in.
Life spiraling ever upward in smoke, reaching for heights
of achievement, never getting there - never really
There seems to be no success in life, it cascades down mountainsides, along with waterfalls - beautiful to see,
but empty, unfulfilled, like me.
There are no hopes inside, triangles push and clatter
about noisily, looking for a way out.
Emotions caught up in tiny rapturous moments are dropped,
let go of in indecisive thoughts.
Life does not care what it is, it is just something to be filled and drifted into - forests of death - instilled eternalness.
Empty, long awaited dreams spill out upon the ground,
are walked upon and forgotten, dying like leaves upon
Leaves falling within, soundlessly bringing about
recognition of the death I hold within.
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