Trying To Control Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Trying To Control Time



Borne into sadness, a life turning in every direction,
attempting to find a way through.

Frustrated with false lives and loves given from others,
trying to take control of time, yet wasting it.

Today, lights shine brilliantly, illuminating every
thought, growing ever stronger with every passing image
and idea.

Flames burning brightly, lit by candles of my soul in
poetical interludes.

Possibilities around every corner, taking me into realms
of many other dimensions, hoping to remain there forever.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014
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