RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Mom, I hear your distant voice calling from pits of
desperation, holding gently, seeking inspiration to
quell this inner need of death.
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Hurrying through life, looking for happiness,
searching for companionship.

Walking into relationships without thinking,
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Memories straying into view, taking me into depths of
hallways, filled with their everlasting paintings and
murals, being taken quietly into tomorrow's interior
halls of fame.
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Floating fancifully throughout the atmosphere, ideas,
thoughts, feelings, surround and lend a mood of inner
peace.
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Rhyming in rap with music being played at the
center.
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Talented, alluring, full of a kind gentleness stirred
once in a while with caring.
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Taking steps, entering the twilight of life, no longer
wanting to put up with an abusive husband.

Looking for a way to escape this horrendous situation,
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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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Riding his motorcycle, sitting up so straight and tall,
seeming so unapproachable, not like himself at all.

Charging up and down the roads in the afternoon sun,
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Stormy waters churning downward to their final destination,
oblivious to all who do not seek answers from within.

Taking part in whatever comes along, yet never interested
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