Jungles Of Being Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Saddened desperation wrenches my heart, filling it with
salted tears, pouring them onto already saddened and raw hurt.
blistering the existence of life without thought, careening
down pathways never before resolved.
Pain climbing canyon walls of interior sadness, attempting to
ease the strain a little.
Patterns of livelihood drop into insecure spaces, portraying
sensations of living, although dying is what it is all about.
Taking flight, soaring through the skies, searching for reasons
and meaning to become a partial human being with a heart -
untouched by the sorrow of past reality.
Wounded, bleeding soul unprepared for the harsh reality of life
and it's existence.
Always riding, traveling further into jungles of misplaced beings,
focusing on untold riddles of life, unfolding like blossoms ready
to fall to earth.