RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

This heart and spirit have been broken to bits, beyond
repair, there's no way to salvage any of the pieces, I
just don't care anymore.
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Cities awakened with the hustle and bustle of people getting
ready and going to work, roads and freeways clogged with
traffic, barely moving forward some mornings.
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Watching clouds being darkened in shadows, penetrating the sky
where the sun is now setting, saying good night to everyone
on earth.
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Tears finding their way out of a heart that's been broken and torn apart by abuse, never thinking there were men so cruel and mean to every woman they meet.

Taking their anger and insecurity out on a woman with a kind and compassionate heart, never hurting another soul, wanting nothing in this earthly world.
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Rolling around the station, then heading down tracks
in search of locomotive ideas.
Listening to lonesome whistles of trains pulling out
in every direction, never intending to return.
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Violin bows crossing and playing strings of my mind,
taking me to levels of intellect only their music
can access.
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Offenses of others are peeling me like an onion,
causing me to cry incessantly.
Wanting to find some comfort along the way,
seems to be impossible on any day in life.
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People sitting around in a doctor's waiting room,
doing their things - reading magazines, texting,
playing games, all to pass the time while waiting.
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Family is always inherent in my life,
a tribute to my parents and grandparents.
A whole lifetime of Italian tradition,
expressions, language.
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