Floundering Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Floundering



Tones of reminiscence fill my spirit with gaiety for periods of leisure.
Attempting to live out fantasy in truths of reality as it strikes me to the core, leaving me more bereft than before.
Searching for something I know nothing of, believing in God, yet floundering on earth's tidal waves of remorse.

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