Tormented By Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Streaming down hot, black, tar-paved streets, looking for
life to meet my needs.

Stopping off and on, never getting what I am looking for
still traveling anyway, down streets of life.

Seeing sights, beauty, along the way, finding an umbrella
once in a while for shade to rest beneath.

Losing all hope when looking ahead at the horizon, because
it is too far out of reach.

Standing still within my mind, choices of life cannot be
defined.

Grief from the past pounding, pressing heavily upon my
life's blood, causing pain to fill my tormented mind.

Causing it to turn inside out, searching for reasons, the
meaning of it's scattered, fragmented existence.

Finding only reasons from the past that have brought this
lasting impression of what life is about.

Leaving no room for asking questions, leaving unsettling
doubts creeping out from pages of yesterday's memories.

Debris piled high, giving life the image of being a dump,
a garbage pile, rife with pain.

Standing on the edge, looking back, slipping, falling,
landing in a heap of death.