RoseAnn V. Shawiak
In Poetry Of Intellect - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Secluded and alone, wasting away, life passing me by
except here in the poetry of my intellect.
Using it along with imagination to survive in this
Conquering fears and doubts left through the grief
and loss of you, my love.
Searching for the answer to death, knowing there is
an alternative way to focus only on this life without
having to die from living it.
Absolute meanings are not concrete, impossibilities
are actually possible if we keep searching for them
constantly and incessantly every moment of our lives.
In the end, still as yet finding no answers, but not
giving up, death has not taken me again, yet I have
succumbed before and beaten the odds, I will again
you can be sure of that.
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