Dissolved Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

There are no treasures to be found on earth, all have
disintegrated into an underground atmosphere, invisible
to all who cannot sense the totality of nature.

Strengthening tides of birth, sloshing above a person's
worth, suddenly cascading off the side of a mountainous
height.

Flying, nothing holding the being of this soul, floating
to the outermost dimensions where no other soul has
dared to venture.

Likely aspirations never being contained, only smashed
to splinters, sticking through a brain of feelings.

Cushioning sacred hues of breath within, an outcast,
spent and forlorn, finishing it's tour of duty, now
returning home to a place of honor.

In the cavity of a life once lived, now not able to
raise it's head from the pillowcase of unhesitant death.

Falsely accusing every particle not understood, retaliating
in inner grief, the knowledge of truth and trust having
been dissolved on the lips of a liar.