Remote Corners Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Remote Corners
Aimless wandering down strident pathways, weaving in and out
of yesterday and the future.
Being here today has done no good, nothing matters, nothing
changes, just trying to exist is no longer a priority in life.
Stepping out of it's circumference, leaving this hell on
earth, never looking back, moving on, seeing the light,
wanting only to find the way.
Aimless wandering down strident pathways, weaving in and out
of yesterday and the future.
Today is never coming back and into my life's destiny, it has
been left on remote corners of the universe, not wanting to
be with me any longer.
Lasting thoughts finding their way into intellect, traversing
with me to the ends of rhythm as my last dirge is played on
edges of night.
Lasting thoughts finding their way into intellect, traversing with me to the ends of rhythm as my last dirge is played on edges of night.
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5/12/2024 2:39:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Hmmm..I just read an article where some say there is no existence of time. There is no past, no today and no tomorrow. No future. Only this moment. Now. This poem reminds me of this. Love these poems of yours which make me stop and ponder on the meaning of life!