Closing Doors Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Closing Doors



Doors closing on hearts of sorrow, memories of past
experiences returning to remind one of horrible feelings.

Abandoned, rejected, of no consequence, life slowly drains
from being and essence.

Tossed upon rambling tides of hell, brought about by evil
men, never finding in life, peace or security that's been
told is theirs.

Wandering away in a tearless environment, helpless, afraid,
of all people, fearing everyone's a tyrant and out of
control, trusting no one, not even themselves.

Afraid to reach out and hold anyone's hand, knowing it
will be quickly grabbed back away from them.

Afraid to let anyone give a hug of love, knowing it's just
another way to get close and hurt them again.

Living in an empty space created by others, having only
fear as a constant companion.

Life is too dry, too painful that way, so it is much better
to die.

In dying, fear disappears and darkness envelopes you in it'
coverlet of emptiness for all time.

Wednesday, September 17, 2014
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Daniel Brick 15 August 2015

LIVING IN AN EMPTY SPACE CREATED BY OTHERS - what a desolate prospect. You have looked with a steady eye, and an unflinching glance, at the prospect of a complete shut-down of consciousness which is overwhelmed by too much pain to be absorbed. And so some kind of asylum is need for the spirit. And I suspect the person most impatient with this situation is RoseAnn who wants to keep giving and giving, but her deepest Self is warning, REST FOR AWHILE, THERE WILL BE AMPLE TIME AHEAD FOR MORE ALTRUISM, NOW THE PRESSING NEED IS... Y-O-U.

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