Pressue Of The Past Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

My soul cries from depths of being, calling for some
achievement, an easing of tension within.

So intensely, so deeply feelings of abandonment feed
me, knowledge of it's ignorance forces me to retire
from the light of day and wander the darkness alone.

Tormented, stretched beyond endurance, wanting to
let go entirely of the flaccid hold life has
to me.

Heaven beckons, the way seems clear, yet something
holds the very within of my soul.

Searching enduring thoughts cannot fathom the
predicament of this mind, life is not here even
though it is being lived.

Wandering outfields, straying farther and farther
into a land of oblivious desire.

Letting the past slip through my mind's fingers so
I may at once find the peace my soul seems to endorse
in measure beyond my feeble control.