Interior Agony Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Empty places, vacant spaces, staring into the future, no clue
of what will be.

Roaming jungles fearlessly, being tangled in a maze of
underbrush, unfolding meditative thoughts as I go walking.

Mindful of the pitfalls and traps set by natives, wary like
them, of meeting individuals along the way.

Happy only when being alone, participating in life on a
distant dimensional wasteland never traveled before this.

Watching the agony of interior beings as they are brought
before people to be taught the so-called civilized roads of
earthly life.

Managed to a nanosecond to fight off the insistence of
habitual ageless coverlets thrown on me by other people.

Treading the jungle waters, filled with entirely too much
hate, swimming relentlessly to find the peace I miss in
daily life.

Finding everything I need inside where I can be myself alone
and forever undefiled.