Life Scribbling Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life Scribbling



Scribbling across the sky of my mind, not knowing what
I'll find in it's colorful mess.

Playing as a musical score, feelings flowing out into
nothing and are skated over, allowing no hold on me.

Looking for another dream, another fantasy to fill time, while
life continues scribbling across the pages of this eternal
mind.

Sunday, October 12, 2014
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