RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Highway Of Regret - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Stranded on the highway of regret, having no recourse,
but to lie down and be run over.
Sadness trampling and gliding over me, not wanting to
talk, giving up the purpose of life.
Having lost all interest, cannot handle the alternative,
isolating, taking the essence of living, pocketing it.
In the coal mines of an everlasting disaster, no longer
having fuel or energy to revive life.
Stepping across boundaries, touching inner spirituality
with highlights of faith and hope.
Now re-igniting spirits through this night of holiness,
making me feel sad, yet God is holding my hand.
Leading me into the land of milk and honey, where I may
rejoice in the beauty of His home in heaven.
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