Backwoods Of A Mind Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tormenting edges of frayed memories, saturated with the odor of
yesterday's onions.
Calculated in porous reminders left behind to reminisce alone in
backwoods of a young mind, not yet developed, scarred beyond all
time and recognition.
Stranded in pools of stagnant thoughts, caressed by total abandonment
and thoughtless deeds.
Falling through cracks of life, no footholds on reality, a deathbed
to impress self into an oblivion of loneliness.
There are no strangers to this inner way of turmoil, all have
witnessed it by the end of their worlds.
Some learning essences of meaning, knowing at last the moment of
freedom in an expression of loneliness, contained within each of us
from our beginnings.
Searching mindlessly for farthest ends of truths, knowing at last
there aren't any to be spoken of.
Hemispheres away, dimensions delving into assuaged debris, finding -
locating - nothing of importance.
All of discovery is chiseled away, left as scraps in upheaval,
pushed into farthest recesses of life, never meant to be.