Poetical Desert Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Talking going on around me, yet I prefer to be alone
in my head where no one can hurt or touch my heart-
strings with their selfish desires.

Going deeply into the wastelands of subconsciousness,
I wander and enjoy the immense difference walking
around there makes in my life.

A pleasurable experience in all respects, keeping me
alive, allowing me to be myself.

Never tiring of living alone in a poetical desert
where I'm always at home.