RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Unusual Funk - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rigidly sitting, feeling negative attitudes of life and
other people, hiding in a corner and being alone.
Wanting to speak to a friend, yet not wanting to, an
absolute mystery, puzzling and intriguing this mind with
misery and restlessness.
Wishing to do something exciting and daring, yet not able
to right now, talking to sisters hasn't helped, just made
me want something dangerous to do making me feel alive again.
Actuality and reality have taken a back step it seems
today, so I will just have to experience and live through
Nothing much else that I can do, listening to music,
waiting to come out of this unusual funk that I'm in now.
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