RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tracing Backwards - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Tracing sadly, backwards, into past legends of time,
preparing lines of thought, forsaking previous know-
ledge held inside.
Without walking, passing through halls of memories,
taped together sparingly, letting slip, tatters no
longer wanted from the past.
Ageless eons of heartfelt sorrow, wishing upon stars
that have fallen from the skies, leaving behind paths
of broken, shattered glass.
Treasures long forgotten have been stepped upon, long
awaiting the end of life's sad mystery, trailing on
bits of truth, hoping for a friend to pass.
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