RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Fragmented Mind


Thinking about friends in a dim evening light, wondering
where they might be at this time of night.

Suffering silently with unconscious problems preying on
their minds, leaving solutions to someone who can help
them cope with certain parts of life they have separated
from it.

To suit their state of mind and keep everything on a back
burner so they don't have to deal directly with it.

Yet, they don't realize, it's burning still, while they
leave it unattended, falsely secure in their unknowledge
of it in their conscious mind.

Playing havoc in all parts of their life, yet they blindly
don't even know it, because they're denying it deep inside
of their fragmented minds.

Submitted: Sunday, July 13, 2014

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