Unalterable Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Unalterable Life
In the prison of my unalterable life, I walk about in
frustration, trying to contain a moment and keep it
for later in the evening when I can be alone.
Tired from the excessive demands of life, looking forward
to the solitude of the night.
Precious are evenings to my heart, because I can at last
rest through nights of peace, preparing my soul for the
end.
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