Stringing My Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Stringing My Mind
Losing myself on horizons of death's atmosphere,
holding self back, yet wanting to fall forward,
forgetting this world so I can proceed onto the
next one, leaving this earthly horror in hell.
Waiting for a reprieve, never receiving one as I
continue to be hurt by all things in life.
Stranded in a barren desert of western snow,
stinging my mind with its frozen icicles.
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