Irresponsive People Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Taking liberties in imaginative settings, fulfilling individual tastes as I write whatever I feel intuitively.
Serene platitudes settle down between ideas, consciously calming frazzled nerves left open and raw from irresponsive people, caught up in their own little worlds, afraid to wander or explore beyond their secure boundaries.
So there they stay, stagnating all their lives, never benefiting from God-given talents, wasting their gifts for no reason.
Stifled within themselves, never attaining the joy given to them in abundance.