Barren Future Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ending of another phase of life has just been completed,
final writing put to sleep, allowing the rest of life to
fall back into step with itself.

Totally reverberating throughout the universe, calmly
sensing forbidden treasures being hidden beneath my
view, escaping ordinary thought processes of curiosity.

Alive, yet sequestered in a tomb, kept away from people,
always being misunderstood.

Tokens of friendship have been offered in the past, but
when picking up on them, soul and being were immediately
taken from me.

Broken, tattered, heart shattered with idle words and
gestures, offered shallowly with false pretenses.

There are no truthful promises made here on earth, for
people only know how to lie for their own sake.