Wasted Rhythms Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Wasted Rhythms
Day by day, measured in time, notes written, youth misspent
and swept under carpets of age-old rhetoric.
Nothing coming to light, troubles multiplied as life sinks
into horizons of wasted rhythms, never being listened to.
Falling into mystified thoughts of tantalizing mystery's,
waiting for life to finish it's quest and be laid to rest
in tomorrow's graves, left alone beneath six feet of earth.
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