Runaway Dreams Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Constantly rushing into streets of our runaway dreams,
separated from childhood, wanting to be regained from
our past.

Running as fast as we can, trying to catch hold of all
moments in measures of time.

Lasting visions holding images of our memories, looking
back, resolving issues sometimes when gaining some in-
sight through our senses.

Incomplete and sorrowful, we wander earth, never leaving,
yet not staying here either.

Wanting to just let loose, finding another way to heaven,
being broken and tired, nowhere to hide.

Trying to live with this intense sadness, nothing left
to do but cry and let the tears fall as they will, maybe
finding their purposes as they hit the ground.