Entities Of Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Whenever sounds of childhood penetrate outer borders
of a mind, life seems to stop endlessly in time and
space.

Altogether, entities of memories scream and collide
causing great upheaval.

Upside down the eternal sorrow pours upon the floors
of dirtied, memories, sensing fruitless scrutiny,
wasting time that can never be regained.

Stooping over the rim of life, looking in, finding
very little of interest there.

Wantonly deprived of spiritual guidance, lacking in
the dignities of life on changing shores this side
of youth.

Colors spreading themselves thinly across fields of
cracking ice, seeping through, mirroring a self-giving
essence, a spirit of truth.

Notwithstanding boundaries of timeless eons cast from
ages past, life sits somehow on haunches of it's destiny,
awaiting a restless future with no ideas in mind.

A faceless mask, perpetrated solely for a protective
covering is actually breaking glass, smashing it on the
floor.

Limitations of childhood have been crashed, shards poking
from eyes, blackened with fears, silently becoming
reluctant to begin any semblance of being human.

Tears have fallen away somewhere, saved in buckets, under
ground, where they'll never be found in this or any other
lifetime.