Edges Of Suicide by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Rousting inner thoughts, awakening ideas in mid-dream,
allowing refreshing morning air to combine and stir
loneliness into being.
Grasping grief and blending all together in an
avalanche of sadness as it splashes onto paper.
Tears forming words, trying to make sense of emotional
tirades as they rack my body, taking it to outer edges
where suicide resides, waiting for me to succumb to
(11: 17 a.m. – 8/4/10)