Future Spaces Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stages of life are flaccid, uneventful moments in time,
inconqruently aligned with no hopes beyond them.

Singly down-hearted, sullen, moody, placating inner
destiny with heartaches kept in silver jars.

Light shining forth, setting the stage for death, sitting
at it's hearth while wandering away in mindless mazes,
afraid of being found and made to live, yet just exist.

Foreign places set in future spaces, awaiting the entrance
of individual preferences, while casting inner life into
cisterns piled with ageless masks.

Contrary to innate passages, death casually finds it's
way to the doors of innocent victims, taking them from an
existence they've always known and hated on this planet.

Petals colliding with the ground, ending the beginning
stage of life, pretending to be forlorn, yet it is not so.

Careworn wrinkles placed irrhythmically on coarsened skin,
bathed in the twilight of eternalness.