Edging Away From Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in a spot of intellect, hoping to become a famous poet for what it is I write daily, filling books to the nth degree.
Taking time to be positive about recriminations given in reverse, hopelessly caught up in angry emotional turmoil caused by someone dear.
Sorry to have let down my defenses, hoping to be cleared of all injustices, so I can move on into levels of peacefulness.
Stranded instead, in a place of turmoil, wishing, looking for a way to remove myself from this insistent dread, piled upon me unrelentlessly.
Slowly, edging farther away from life, going out with the tide.