Daily Damage Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Twiggling within, listening intently to musical notes
of soundless despair.
Dragging feet across walkways of drifted sand, being
blown onto piles, standing on either side.
Alone. Unwanted.
A desert storm raging inside where no one can see the
damage that is being done daily.
Undertaking sublime charismatic suggestions, unthinking
of final results.
Staggering on ends of horizons, falling into rising
ocean tides.