Empty Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Searching earth for a place to call home.
Finding empty spaces - vacant temporarily.
Putting aside networks of all endeavors,
climbing sideways up corporate ladders.
Solemnly feeling the drab insincerity of
so-called people of power.
All insight, taken seriously, falls short
of reality while dreams lie dormant in doorways.
Actuality rears, co-existing with ugly ideas of
life, made up by minds to cut away self-esteem
belonging to others.