Awakened Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Senses awakening in the middle of the night, wondering
what is going on, why are they rubbing the sleep from
their eyes right now.

Slipping into caverns of hidden departures, finding
their way through darkened visions, searching for the
ideas of turmoil that have intervened in their nightly
rest.

Interesting thoughts developing out of curiosity and
looked into, forming conclusions in depths of interior
knowing.

Coming into the lights of knowledge, traipsing off into
jagged rocks left on the shores of belonging, never in
abject loneliness.

Senses having been awakened for unknown reasons and now
are left hanging by strings of unkempt thoughts,
undeveloped in caverns of misuse, never being brought
forth because they have all died from neglect, no more
to be seen from any direction or sense.