Fragments Of Yesterday Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Pounding lightening, striking the inside of my mind,
electrifying it's integrity with a constant flow of
ideas throughout life.

Charging intellect with perfect auras felt from every
bodily sense, fragments of yesterday are lying about,
never being picked up, just swept out with the morning
trash.

Never cooperating with an interior sensation of anxiety,
trying to take life aside and get back a sense of pride.