Iluminating Recreating Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights showering the darkened earth, illuminating the objects
within it's grasp, notifying the shadows of their evening
duties, silently scraping into corners to hide.

Traversing throughout the midnight hours, playing hide and
seek with the creeping of the dawn's early lightness,
attempting to stave off all recriminating glory, leaving life
to it's hunger for age-old misery.

Tell-tale battles fought long ago, give no hints as to the
struggles they went through, yet, the memories in people's
minds, recreate the images from time to time, and live on in
their solemn thoughts.

Afraid to venture forth lest they bring out their fears and
life comes to a grinding halt.