Haunted Horizons Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tearing away laughter, hiding behind faded dreams of
yesteryear, tightly folding in upon itself, allowing
no entry into caverns of darkness.

Forcefully pushing away insistent images, remorsefully
attempting to escape from personal hells of their own
choosing.

Rippling across miles of striated grey matter, hanging
onto words being played in elliptical soundwiches for
no one else to hear.

Pounding incessantly to graphic rhythms, ingratiating
unheard rumors, allowing them no room in worlds of
being.

Escaping at last to final destinations on wings of
whispered didactic tributes, falling onto waysides
of future haunting horizons.