Beyond Years Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lonely ringing, echoing throughout the halls of being - not catching or holding on to anything meaningful.
An empty wasteland stretching out towards eternity - never filling any needs - never giving any aid.
Silently set apart from those blinded by their own importance - standing always on the edge of discovery - someone little - someone small - someone learning the meaning of what life was meant to be.
Knowledge beyond years hides quietly within, not daring to upset the scheme of things.