Touching Images Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silently, softly penetrating inner realms, touching images
that are quietly crying, not knowing what has happened to
wake them up.

Looking around, afraid of what they are feeling and trying
to go back into hiding, foreign aspects are tantalizing
from without, trying to assuage them, calm them down, but
they won't listen.

Wanting to respond, but fear continues to set in because
images will return again and again on photographic screens,
relating the horrors that have happened.