Hidden Horizons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Hiding within misery's cage, looking out upon an
earthen home, watching as people carry on with
their egos, guiding them on treks of sorrow.
Sending information into atmospheres of grief,
trying to make sense of death's inane ways.
Loving care ripped from hearts without recognition
of the damage being done to individuals and their
enduring lifetimes.
Careless adversaries of death's minions continue
their feckless tasks of destroying people on whims
of some unknown entity in hidden horizons beyond
life.