Stretched Lengthwise Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sanguinely perturbed, restless slumber humming beyond
the grave, solitarily impatient, away from life.

Away from living an existence fraught with age, ending
near the very edges of rest.

Overcome with deadened realization, hanging on a few
spoken words for a miracle to be possessed.

Awaiting it's late arrival, noticing the signs of tell-
tale lies, knowing in the deepest heart of being, the
hurt that will penetrate this very evening.

Sent from holy worship beneath earth, thrown out upon
a vast horizon with no where to lay a pillow, nor to rest.

Decrepit, aging, stretched lengthwise within a hearse.