Quiet Remorse Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet Remorse



Quiet remorse tabulating in my mind, setting joy aside,
moments at a time.

Lifting eyes towards heaven, wanting to lift spirits,
but nothing comes of it, as duskily, I sit and repudiate
days of unheard livelihood.

Testing boundless chasms, frequenting canyons of my own
making, hoping against all hope to become what in the
end I must.

Monday, March 10, 2014
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