Careless Protrusion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Light of wisdom falls short, missing it's mark with many people,
going forward, carrying on, pretending to know what they were
doing, afraid inside, that anyone may find they are phony.

Living other people's lives on the edge, playing God, hurting
their very hearts of existence with their games.

All is lost for those who get caught in the fire of selfish
battles, never any hope left, all embers have died, buried
under the sand by a person falsely claiming they cared.

As one who has been left behind to feel the pain of this game
I can let everyone know how badly it has made me feel -
worthless, no more joy in what I used to love.

Is this the job of a person who cares, to hurry through life
leaving good, kind people in their wake, maimed, broken,
crippled from their exposure to you?

Careless protrusion, not caring who is hurt as long as they
themselves feel great and come out on top as winners.