Absence Of Imagination Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sincerely being let down on a constant pile of upheaval,
touching only chances of beginning frustration within.
Allowing many adjustments to be made to focus on lasting
expressions and becoming ordinarily stuck in putrefied
stations of time, only to be fitted with straps of
abhorrence and sent to extremes of silence in covers of
obsolete knowledge.
Foregoing any thoughts, playing secretly with an absence
of imagination taken from me as a child, then returned to
former aptitude and life.