RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Fiber Of The Soul - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Inside is a numbness, vast, expanding through body and mind.
There are no special reasons to be found.
On an outer dimension a sphere of blankness envelopes the entirety of my being.
Feeling absolutely nothing, gaining no insight, troubled a little, wondering what is going on.
Triumphing bequested by another is not beginning.
Solitary abidement adjusts itself to fit an irregular mold.
Thoughts are floating in space, away from me, unable to be touched.
Somehow the entire universe has turned it's back and left me on forsaken shores, alone and lost.
Feelings cannot be conjured within, special talents can reproduce the inner life I once knew.
Walking around inside the emptiness fills and goes beyond me.
Finding dedication and responsibility are dying on the sand, a desert has been placed inside my being.
Nomadic traits, touching no one, holding nothing of value, brought forward to face the truth of unbelievable sadness.
Tearing apart the fiber of a soul, wanting peace to reconcile with it's being.
Lightly blowing, reaching beyond the life I'm leading, sandstorms blindingly force me to sides of streets and byways.
There are no votes of confidence, betrayal of the very essence of me has been begun and finished, showing the sorrow I have become, the tears I'm made of.
Opened up, I am at once completely washed away.
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