Clay Character Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Blinding anger brushed aside, given no importance to,
feelings pent up with no where else to go, turn in
and find a place to hide.

Daily, taking walks so as not to feel the slight of
each passing day, character is building itself out of
blocks of clay, nothing stronger can be found within.

Settling in amid soiled debris, life finds itself in
everyone's mire, turning and reaching out, fancifully
becoming nonexistent, folding itself among the grey
matter of it's brain.