Life's Vacuum Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Life's Vacuum
Realizing the desperation in life, looking around, always
in empty rooms.
Noticing the vacant chairs, always staring, reminding all
how really in a vacuum we remain for life.
Never really touching each other for very long, we die in
quiet desperation, screaming from the pain of being born.
Dying, we scream to be reborn, and are yet undone as we
pass from this life alone.
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