Repertoire Of Past Images

Writing into this sovereign night, sky overcast, hiding
the stars from sight.

Nowhere seeing anything but shadows creeping all around,
beseeching momentary lapses of thought.

Keeping alert, filtering thoughts constantly, incessantly
into this mind with a repertoire from all past images and
memories coming into view.

Being exhausted from the tiresome routines of daily mis-
fortune, only wanting to be free of this life.

Walking into a final sunset, looking forward to a life
in heaven without trials and tribulations, antagonizing
my being.

Rushing into fields and gardens of heavenly aromas, never
being plagued again with anything mundane in a life of
sorrow.

by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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