RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Stranded on an inner island no one can reach
me anymore as my eyes stay glued on tomorrow's
horizon.
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Having succumbed entirely to grief, not having
realized it through it's silent being always
standing in front of me.
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Feeling loneliness now echoing into my heart,
plucking heartstrings of sorrow hidden there.

Being held within your arms, thinking that I
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Leaving me alone, despising and hating myself for falling
for your lies, inexperienced, innocent in the ways of men,
not knowing or believing that their love is untrue.
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Loving and living a creative life, a world filled with
fantasy and imagination.

Feeling lively and vibrant all the time, as I write
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Pulsating and powerful, intellect extracts from the
atmosphere and environment, all that's needed to
develop innate talent.
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Take me into the darkness of an interior desert,
moonlight hidden behind dark clouds of a coming
storm.
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Finding avenues of creativity on a daily basis,
being stunned by landscapes and beauty of this
Arizona desert wasteland.
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Freeing my soul while listening to music playing
rhythms rapidly, beating staccatoly into my mind
and heart.
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My story is going to be ending in the future, not
before I accomplish the purpose I was created and
placed on earth for.
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