Highways To Ends Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Spinning and turning, pivoting on toes of steel.

Kicking and twisting, swirling about, running away
from memories that taunt and hurt my inner soul.

Traversing vertically towards my future horizons,
twirling upside down at times, then righting self
within my mind.

Tremendous highways fly to the ends of time as I
know it inside.

Trellis's clinging to the sides of my brain,
growing and nurturing rhymes of all sorts, as
memories continue to taunt an overdeveloped mind.