Slippery Slopes Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slippery Slopes



Standing, overlooking the world in a haze of lifetime ordeals,
straying from edges of time to be alone and have an environment
become tangible to my mind.
Often times beleaguering tireless moments as I walk down slippery slopes and disappear into the night.

Monday, April 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,environment,standing
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