Crushing Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In situations of uncaring servitude, alliance befits
only the great.

Thinking of selves in total abandonment, no thought
of another carrying over into the stream of life.

Whiling away many hours of silent reverie, video-
taping total recall upon the back wall of memory's
mind.

Revamping solitude, rearranging patterns situated in
lost memories, attaining semblances to past living.

Never seeking balances, forgiveness lies stalely in
mid-air, nothing to hold on to, failing every society.

Whatever should be held in peaceful serenity, somehow
cannot unfold within today, instead, folding over, it
crushes the simplicity inside.

Searching uncontentedly, life winds itself in circles,
confusing memories, partaking of some part of death,
living always on the edge.