RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Hug me like it's the last time you will hug me.
Melt your love into my heart and mind forever.
Imprint it onto my soul, so no matter how far we are
from each other, we will find one another again in
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Life is constantly changing and rearranging itself
to suit a higher purpose.
We think we're in control, in reality we're not.
Our futures are planned to an iota of a nanosecond,
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Changing cycles, ending where I should've begun, standing now on shoulders of death, living life shortly in measured breaths.
Yesterday's have slipped downhill into a cemetery hole, while hopes of dreams, longing and yearning have quietly crept outdoors.
Knowing there's not enough time to do good in this world, yet praying that I've done enough in my short life to please our Lord.
Taking steps, gently, towards earth's horizon, knowing soon, I'll be living beyond this mortal world.
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Tender, fragile petal of life I am of late.
Sensitive to a fault, wavering on the brink of death.
Delicate and gentle, unafraid, yet ready to become
unknown in this life.
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Raining into hearts of sorrow, tears flow upwards and
out of sightless eyes.
Grief takes and hides our sight from us when someone
close to us dies.
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Mephitical thoughts screaming in agony, killing slowly,
images not good enough to last the test of time.
Procumbent ideas lying upon a rock of indecision,
hoping to be chosen in a pompous style of reformation.
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Balancing reality while traveling imagination's byways
is fascinating on a contemplative plain.
Lively conversations banter through afternoon silence,
never disturbing life's anticipation.
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Time wears on, never showing it's age, except in wrinkles
upon aging skin.

Where are times of special quality hiding? We seem to have
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Looking sideways into the future, seeing it's ending
not too far ahead.
Light shining, illuminating it's serenity and beauty.
Unfolding fragrant scents for times to come, bowing
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Lying never-endingly upon a mattress, face up, staring at whatever comes within view.
Moving arms, legs, and head just to relieve aching back and muscles.
Thinking about all that has gone on, wondering how much longer this bed will be a part of you.
Tubes and needles being put in or taken out, leaving behind bruises and pain.
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