Roaming Alone In Modes Of Silence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Traipsing up and down interior currents, roaming alone in
modes of silence, no direction in this world, trying to
find reasons and logic for going on living.

Taking steps at times, not wanting to, expecting reality
to step up and dive into an imaginational fantasy that
may deliver answers needing to be reciprocated.

Ones let into an exacting license of doctors who are ex-
hausting every possible way that might finally help in
the long run.

Improving science and engineering, leaving behind traces
of what might have been and are now let loose in pockets
of scientific experiments.