Outward Plain Of Abandon Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Outward Plain Of Abandon



Tracks of locomotive tears find their way through pent-up
sorrow, wanting to be heard, splashing to be seen.
There are no quarters given when stretched beyond endurance.
Only that of precious sacredness, giving unlimitless
saturation without obliterating the exact moment of freedom.
Wayward, wallowing along shores of frozen despair, penetrating
pain encased secretly inside a tomb of glass, unseen until
now.
Strings plucked with purpose, emitting strange and eerie,
mysterious sounds.
Outliving boundaries of no return, fluctuating on edges,
afraid of being torn in two before falling into the circle
of unbecoming.
Racing towards sounds and sights of believable rescue,
crying out in agony as the scene is taken drastically from
me.
Instead, finding pressures of reality are pulling me in
upon myself.
Giving no quarters, expecting none, transfixed on an
outward plain of abandon.
Circumventing life's frivolous endeavors, wanting adventure
to fill the emptiness of pain and regret.
Alone now for the rest of eternity, blessed with it's
knowledge and existing for it's sacred presence.
Gifts of giving are no longer awaiting donors, they have
spent themselves on unheard of dimensions.
Speeding locomotively down tracks, spilling tears everywhere
the mind can see.

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