RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life Is Closed - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life is closed, there are no barriers to scale or memories
All is quiet, withering, nondescript - a lone pathway for
a single being, traveling, solo, amid blackness of despair,
unable to feel or hear, senses completely dulled.
A continuing apathy of and for this world - not being
practiced at this moment.
Entire moods like tidal waves erupt, cover and ebb away,
leaving no debris, no thought or reprieve, alone within an
inner mind, unthinking.
Solving nothing, breaking in two many pieces, drifting to
nether worlds, straying far and wide, unable to attach or
Loneliness submerging the being of remembered thoughts once
Alone, walking away, life is closed, there are no more
experiences to escape.
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