Tune Of Life's Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Racing forward to the tune of life's death, capturing it's
essence in each and every breath.

Caught between sanctimonious whims of another and my own,
head bowed, mind lying on another dimension, no longer
heard on earth.

Forlornly aching within to the tunes and notes of sorrow
caught on wings of a forgotten prayer.

Alive, attuned to the nature of inner peace, carrying on
only because it is kept churning by a force greater than
myself.

Whenever embracing a solo philosophy of inner weeping,
finding self stranded on an island of deepest regret.

Functioning on no level, save that of some quiet solemn
remote control, operated by a higher power than myself.

An isolated sense of life, beating within, unwilling to
give in and die, even though I wish it so often.

Breaking open the eggshell of thought by life's vibrations
on the run, causing disheveled portions of sunlight and
happiness to end.

Stranded alone in this thought process, no exits, no
examples of what is to be done.

How can prospects be ascertained in the wake of thoughtful
death, steps of thoughtless deeds in life?

Where can this racing forward to the tune of life's death
lead me except to my end?