Final Page Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Fretfully blasting through this day, not wanting to wait for
it's ending.

Suggesting thoughts throughout a mind has no effect as it
blankly unfolds in precious time.

Directing ill-kept ideas into lanes of unpressed recognition,
suffering renditions of sorrowful thoughts.

Sending ill-defined anger, wrapped inside to the farthest
reaches of an inner universe.

Staunchly supplicating reproachful fortunes, planted deeply,
hidden from many.

So feckless and filled with the folly of an ageless dirge,
signing the final page on earth.