Bombarded With Thoughts Of Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Becoming, awakening from a dizzying sleep that was
taking me through many nightmares of life as I lay
sleeping.

My mind being bombarded with all kinds of thoughts
of death and the beauty of it's eventuality in time,
bringing hope to light.

Taking all senses, using them to anticipate what is
to come in the near future, searching life for the
answers.

Having questions that are never-ending, penetrating
consciousness, delivering things to my mind as I
live every moment still curious.

Wanting to know the whys and wherefores of everything
that I am to go through yet.