Seeking Finality Of Purpose Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Dispersion of interior life fills me without, displacing
who I am, searching throughout forests of imagination,
seeking the finality of purpose.

Rushing to find another way to close the book of unending
pain of desire, holding me prisoner, not letting it be
fulfilled.

Pouring my soul out upon the emptiness of sorrow, walking
away as tears send my heart down white water rapids by
itself.

Not even reaching out to save it, being done with the
heartache of others pretending to care and then leaving
me behind for other pursuits that will have nothing at all
to do with me in this lonely world.