Echoing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along edges of time, balancing the energy of life against death's.
Reaching beyond boundaries of ordinary paths, clutching closely those
of familiarity through pain.
Purposely denying advantages of the future, while letting go of the past and it's failures.
Echoing calls of yesterday, haunting minds of futility, dragging along fruitless tasks of living.
Turning constantly away from degradation in life's grasp, hoping and praying for a delicate, lace-like release, with a final resting place beneath death's silken sheets of ice.