Unknown Circumference Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Funeral-sounding melodies, touching an interior sadness,
breathing and holding onto the moments of a joyless life.

All vanished from this atmosphere, leaving me bereft,
and lonely on the streets of hell.

No angels or gods in sight, only heat of an unseen fire
blazing somewhere in the shadows of a faithless horizon.

Quietly, moving into unknown circumferences of life,
giving up self to a mind of nothing, unmindful even of
love and faith.

Solo, alone on a highway, sitting in front of a camp
fire, awakening from a dream-like state of mind that
has now taken over the blatant thought of unsurmised
beliefs and is left to it's own desires.