Unhesitant Demise Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Battles fought on ear-marked territory, caught in webs on
acres of fields, phantoms of arguments lost in forays of
the past.

Unacknowledged portrayals of life lost, forlorn and on
empty shores.

There being no person alive to hold out a hand, reaching
beyond the sight of seeing.

Believing in one when there is nothing to believe in,
all is lost in a battle of caring and kindness for
nothing really exists except in an idealist's imaginings.

Following footsteps already made, passing this way before,
caught in a circle of forsaken defeat.

Alone as always, buried in the desert sands, by lonely
empty feelings of remorse.

No chimes or bells of safety ringing throughout the land,
solace, quiet, filling every room, every fiber of silent
being.

Left to forage on the bare sands of desert wastelands,
crawling about on all fours, never reaching for or attaining
any semblance of friendship.

Forgotten, empty, walking through lost doors of yesterday,
never seen again as life closes itself behind unhesitant
demise.