Muddy Essence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waiting forlornly in a bankrupt sort of life,
bereft of love and dreams.
Singly listening to sounds, traveling around, never alighting
on the petals of any bouquets given to me.
Certain notions crowding me in puddles of loneliness, covering
my mind with it's muddy essence, hiding my thoughts in their
depths.
Never relating stories always keeping them inside, wanting to
express them, all that ever comes out is one poem after
another in a constant succession of enlightenment.
Touching the environment, bringing it to an awareness of others.