RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Time's Catacombs - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sorrowfully silent, unable to speak, not ever wanting to,
falling into a ravine, not wanting to climb out, this day
hanging on by the skin of it's teeth, ready to fall away.
Sending life to edges of another dimension, trying to get
inspired through an interior universe, intellectually
carrying me back with some hope.
Everything dies but not yet I believe, focusing on the
right side of imagination, seeing faith ahead, guiding
directly into the pathway of freedom through writing.
Letting down barriers to settle easily into time's cata-
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