Twinkling With Confusion Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Missing renditions of long ago, I fall silent, contemplating
the situation.

There are too many sorrowful thoughts conjured within my
mind, darkness folding itself over, hiding eyes, blue with
sorrow.

Tears stripping themselves in fear, afraid to fall down
already moistened cheeks.

Tramping down pathways stilled with vagrant fears, holding
self close so as not to lose the shell I have conceived.

Silently rising and falling with echoed recall, performing
the rites of initiation from afar.

Whispering signs of overwhelming consternation, aptly
referring to them with abnegation.

Stirring quickly, afraid of being left behind, racing
forward into the land of time, being a solitary creature
of habit.

Twinkling with confusion, glad to be averted into another
dimension of quiet thought.

Silent reveries prolonging this life, hoping to make daily
living easier.