Spending Time Alone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spending Time Alone



Swinging with rhythms, spending time along
in depths of writing poetry.

No one around to hear my cries for love and
understanding, they go plaintively unheard
as I continue to grieve.

Holding back the tears that keep insisting
that I let them go, wanting to hear the sound
of another being here for me.

Yet it never happens and I continue to sit and
write alone again.

Sunday, July 26, 2015
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Edward Kofi Louis 26 July 2015

No one around to hear my cries of love! But, there is hope ahead of you in life. Nice work.

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