An Unkempt Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Off into the blackness of night, heralding the coming of nothing
light, freeing himself to become invisible to everyone, finding
no one cares if seen or not.

Dismally walking back from whence he came, becoming a recluse
without a name.

Fumbling in pockets for keys of life, drawing out skeleton
ones, afraid, he backs away, not daring to confide in anyone
about what he's seen.

Folding into nothingness, varied in his thoughtless dreams,
ideas forming educationally slow within recesses of his mind,
only partially opened, but cobwebs mar the view.

Standing over chasms of learning, finding equations that make
sense to him, finding they are rooted in squares of evil.

Fitting them closely together, dividing them equally in half -
tormenting himself with petty fractious beliefs - life spent
itself.

Forgetting steps he's taken in time, the rhythm of his heart
beats - then stops - never more to return to haunt his unkempt
life.