The dark room lies waiting,
it's emptiness is just like me inside.
Foregoing pleasure for this roller coaster ride,
waiting to see where the end will be.
Sifting through activities of the day,
finding nothing of value,
setting fire to memories of yesterday...
The dark room lies waiting,
it's emptiness is just like me inside.
- Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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