RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Reality's Past - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Cold, lonely, contemplating the world around me under skies
of gray, hazy, bleak, unknown.
There are thoughts hiding within, afraid to come out and be
known, afraid of being discovered and acted upon.
Leaves falling, covering the ground in blankets of yellow
and brown, my mind hiding beneath it, quivering and shaking
from the coldness of lost childhood's memories.
Silencing the little lamb of innocence within reality of the
past, hidden in forests dense and forbidden.
Wanting now to come out, be known, explored, understood and
met at last.
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