RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Gold Star - 147,803 Points (October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Tired Wanderings - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding in little corners, afraid of coming out into the open - afraid of being hurt.
Solitarily timid - shy - going inside myself because I feel different.
Stranded in thoughts of anger, depression sneaks up behind and pounces on my mind.
Causing it to send a signal to my heart and tears start falling.
Farther and farther away I drift into a lone confinement, carrying with me no parts of any day.
Finding nothing as I search an empty world, falling down quickly upon my knees - praying to God for something - anything - to end this meaningless searching for something I'll never find.
Climbing into boats of knowledge, rowing out to depths unchartered, hoping to accumulate some wisdom there.
Such is this life on earth - always looking - never finding - ending up with the birth of despair at each journey's ending.
Deep in restless slumber, dreaming of emptiness that always lasts, sighing often, thinking of nothing special.
All our days are spent in tired wanderings, even rest does not escape this feckless task.
Overturning everything that gets in between a burning desire and a yearning.
Knowing that life is not for you to live - it just exists and then is forever put to rest.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, February 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, February 12, 2013

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