Echoing Calls Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking along edges of time, balancing the energy of life
against deaths'.
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.