Miles Of Unrehearsed Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in the shadows, hoping to never be seen in this
life again, looking through the misty curtains of death,
wondering how life can ever overcome it's grasp.

Reflections stranded in corners of yesterday, touching
refrains of sorrow, playing the guitar, strumming my
heart so truthfully as I walked through many miles of
unrehearsed death.

Hanging my head in depths of rock and roll, listening
to the rhythms pulling me into the fantasy of another
life, I lived so long ago.