Non - Conforming Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Inner tangents being smoothed like glass with water flowing
constantly over them.

Portraying intrepid sights of noncommittal, while holding
onto threads of a bare existence.

Sensing an emptiness crawling on all fours, lurking behind
closed doors, keeping hidden from those who dare to tread
upon innocent souls out of greed and malice.

Non-conforming, exciting life's shores in a storm of
intellectual reasoning, subconsciously.