RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Interior Wilderness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Being cut loose, going into an interior wilderness,
losing myself on purpose, just so I don't have to
be present to anyone or join in at all.
Such a difficult mood to deal with, not really
knowing what to do with it, backing into a corner
not walking out into the open again.
A lone little poet, striving to move into life and
not wanting to.
Comments about Interior Wilderness by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You