Emotional Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wanting to feel vibrations of music, immersing self totally
under the spell of rhythm upon my soul.

Feeling the intense emotional drain consuming and drawing
from it, exploring vast recesses of space in an unconscious
mind.

Retaliating, pouring forth sovereign neglect of youth into
the notes that are heard.

Plaintively calling, heart twisting and pumping life blood
intensely through a brain and arteries, creating deepest
wells where memories cogitate and can be written of.

Moist images conjure meanings of what is seen, fulfillment
of life is screened through emotional turmoil, threaded
across ravines, jagged and unrevealing.

Being ripped violinly apart, ragged balls of anger, are
chained to inner dungeon walls.

Scraping along innermost conscious remembering, stepping
slowly to the tune of death, and marched interiorly.

Filling the cup of hatred, dreading the essence of becoming
once again a part of violent beating images.

Pouring the blood of past ages upon wooden tables, erasing
the confiscation of youth.

Betrayed by hearts and souls of familial ties in life,
falling heavily upon a headstone of granite memories, cut
and sliced through by the hardest substance on earth -
sexual abuse.