Preferring To Be Alone Upon A Sea Of Love Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently alone, getting stimulated in order to begin writing
well into the night, dealing ideas and thoughts just like in
a card game, hoping to win out in every respect.

Not really wanting to lose in the end, a curious witness peer-
ing upon it all at once, thinking in ways of winning with very
slight edges of a fire burning from afar.

Testing authenticity of what life means in feelings, emotions
and wanton desires now lying on the vines, dying from want of
a timely melody.

For some reason it keeps skirting possibilities that keep on
hiding beneath a very lonely heart, one that stopped its beat-
ing so long ago.

Placing the meanings across pathways of destiny, letting ideas
run their course in divisions of their poignant advantages as
this being stayed alone and home.

Away from anyone else, preferring to be alone upon a sea of
love, tired, beaten, never again concerned with any particles
of being a human being nor that of humanity.