RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 126,806 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Havoc Of Living - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Medals of honor placed upon the soul of a loved one.
Miraculous and holy, striving to overcome a dirtiness wrought of desire, yet has people's tight-fisted hold on whatever does not belong to them.
Sanctioning destruction of life-long dreams, all of innocence is trampled on and killed.
Whatever is left lying is scraped into piles and burned like garbage in back streets.
Smokey tears, falling down soot-filled faces, tracing their way down long, lonely years of reluctance.
Now settling back, no more desire to take what life has to offer, wishing instead to become a pauper in this world - lose everything and gently flow into the next.
Options openly free, notwithstanding hopelessness of a world not wanted within a deadened heart.
Solace is not forthcoming, havoc of living life has been wrecked and placed within it's final grave - to be awakened after death has won it's uneventful battle.
Soul of one - uncompatible with this world, longing only for the next, wanting to be carried away forever.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013



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