Struggling Downhill Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Struggling Downhill



At a standstill, life seemingly keeps flowing downhill.

Motionless, yet constantly moving towards some unknown
destiny.

Curtailing onslaughts of past endeavors, prolonging vast
iniquities and quotients.

Always struggling, never amounting to anything, yet in
the end, we flow downriver where everyone will one day
be found.

Tuesday, May 6, 2014
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