RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

2: 14 p.m.
Living in and through each poem and book that has been
written, enjoying the environment that has been created
with an innate talent.
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Stone cold sorrow, touching a heart, bleeding
from intensive pain.

Conflicting emotions covering every new feeling,
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Risking everything in the light of darkness, surrounding
tired interior feelings, standing in corners.

Withholding sympathy from a heart filled with tears of
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Windows of glass and mirrors held together with concrete and
steel.

Monstrosities of a race in love with self, greed and other
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All coming together for a saddened celebration of life,
because death has taken another loved one from a friend's
life.
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Solemn undertakings being hidden from other's views, so
I can complete them in silent wonder and awe.

Perplexing mysteries forming and shaping themselves in my
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If you have love, the help you give each other will be joyful,
peaceful, bringing love into life's saddened plight.

Problems of homelessness, poverty, loneliness can be solved
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Yesterday, we spent our time living life together,
now on this ending horizon, separating, choosing
our own paths to eternity.
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Bright orange sun, burning into my memory as slowly,
darkness begins to overtake it, putting it to bed.

A welcome sign this evening as I go to see my Aunt
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Being alive on highways of midnight, leaving daylight far
behind, soaking in it's own heat.

Finding an emptiness being fulfilled with unconditional
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