Treasure Island

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Leaving Messages


Listening to sad-hearted melodies,
jouncing along slowly,
not wanting to move or turn about,
wanting only to lie down and flow
into the next world.

Taking nothing with me, but ancient
memories to look at and send back
to earth when I have gone to heaven.
Leaving little messages and visions
for my granddaughters so they won't
feel so lonely in this forsaken world.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Edited: Thursday, October 24, 2013

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  • Sandra Feldman (10/16/2013 10:02:00 PM)

    Very sad but truthful, last line a truthful marvel, in One Line feel so lonely, in this forsaken world That's what and how it is.
    Extremely touching piece! ! ! (Report) Reply

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