Drifting Away Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

People talking, and I don't hear them, being distracted by
melodies playing in my head.
Thankful that they are there, keeping me company and raising
my spirits with their tones.
Accompanying thoughts onto paper in forms of poetical justice
as I record the abusive behavior meted out by another.
Taking a stand behind closed doors, raleing against statements
made, backing farther away from life's circumstances and
drifting farther away than I've ever been before.