RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

A bitter end lies within my sight, crying softly, crouching lowly, waiting to let go.
Pain has overwhelmed me, drowned all hopes and dreams of living life freely again.
There is a past spread out before me, casting me to depths of despair, filling time with darkness in death's open door.
Time has packed it's bags and left, no longer interested in what will happen.
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Taking into account many moments of life, we are stranded in
a limited timeless sphere.
Death takes us out of this limited space and allows us to
continue unendingly through our souls and spirits.
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Developing attitudes of confusion, toting them about,
being disillusioned throughout the day.

Bruised beyond comprehension, startled into a reverie
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Thoughts crepitate in my mind, huddled together in deep thought, linking tomorrow's interests with yesterday's
left over skillful artistic endeavors.
Patience sitting quietly aside, hoping to see new
brilliant discoveries manifest themselves out of an
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Love is very difficult to fathom because it can be so beautiful - so awe-inspiring, yet filled with such pain.
Being close to someone hurts while it is also enjoyable.
Death makes love hurt constantly until time eventually intervenes.
Love is not so enjoyable when death takes away the object of our love.
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When I hear the parting of our lives in the distance,
tears come inside my heart, for I know it's not too
long in coming.
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Shadows lurk around every corner, waiting for memories to come to light.
Faces never clear, wanting to come closer, but tears are a crystal barrier to death.
Knowing truth of your existence deep in my heart, touching it gently with every thought, trying to hold on, yet letting death grow stronger by it's own insistence.
Reaching into hidden corners, searching for your presence, wanting to hear from you.
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Heart beats slowly with it's coming age, healing quietly,
sorrow existing in each period of change.
Growing forward, hoping to alter endings of tomorrow's
evening with bountiful goodness.
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Revolving through life, watching how people feel as
they progress day to day.
Seeing emotions expand and develop daily without any
prodding whatsoever.
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