RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Regaling life with parades and parties,
developing social skills and learning
words, being filled with their meanings,
grasping onto beautiful prose.
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Seeing things in black and white, that's the way life
is to me.

It's like trying to do something, either you do it or
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Tapping out secret codes from an interior space of imagination, giving a message of faith, asking for
prayers, hoping things will get better, yet they
never do.
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Shelving life, like my seven thousand books, not wanting to come close to them, not wanting to feel the anxiety of death looming near.
Yet, wanting to succumb to it's devastating grasp.
Sliding further into haunted messages of yesterday, knowing they will fill me with their distraught thoughts and leave me wallowing in a quandary of emptiness.
Sorrow pushing me further into pits of hell where I will no longer be able to get out.
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Still and quiet, nothing bothering me this morning, just
copying the mail as we CB'ers say on our radios.

Yes, a CB'er for many years now, Lady Phoenix is my handle,
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Hanging head, shoulders drooping, sadness filling spaces of
grief left behind after attending funerals of loved ones.

Tears falling, choking life, wishing to go back in time and
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Evenings, alone in deserted rooms with phantoms,
spreading themselves around me.
Not wanting to see or feel their worried expressions,
fulfilling empty promises with faulty hopes, and
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Windows reflecting thoughts of reprieve,
hoping to mirror them in visions on inner
screens of peaceful solutions.
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