RoseAnn V. Shawiak

(October 6,1950 / New Jersey)

Pages Of Loneliness


Trying to conquer feelings of total abandonment, flowing throughout my being.
Taking me on journeys over oceans of tears, wept through the years, adding up, giving me food for thought as I write the words onto pages of complete loneliness.
Afraid that if I look beyond it all, there will be nothing and no one there for me again.
Lost in a maze of inconqruity, wandering listlessly forever in a tomb of another's making, keeping me in isolation, never finding my way back to civilization as long as I live.

Submitted: Thursday, May 02, 2013
Edited: Thursday, May 02, 2013

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  • David Wood (5/12/2013 1:50:00 PM)

    I know exactly how you feel. Nobody knocks on my door or calls on the phone. A lovely write well penned. (Report) Reply

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