RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Contour Of Life
Topics of importance don't concern me when I'm in a certain
Today, my mind and soul are filled only with a tight-fisted
Again, soon, I will be in a situation I don't want to be in.
Interior serenity is disturbed, is a little apprehensive of
what is soon to come about.
Slowly grasping at straws, clutching only thin air, because
I am not quick enough.
Exhaustingly forlorn, sitting at a wayside contour of life,
considering what, if anything, I am doing in the near future
to make me happy.
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