Interior Waiting Room Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening to love songs through the years that tell of joy,
sorrow and broken hearts, having felt each of these emotions
intensely, yet never having a true love to hold this heart.

Wanton desires never fulfilled, passion dying because there
was no way to quench its intensity, so through the years ly-
ing idly in an interior waiting room.

There it could never be reached by love, eventually dying
from disuse for the risk of losing self was way too much.