Canyons Of Time Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling in ravines and canyons of time as it goes it's
way, taking our lives with it, no mercy to be had in
the end.

Stretching out our hands, begging for help, none comes
about for we are alone in a solitary space of time,
touching chords in life's rhythm.

Taking us in roundabout was to the center of it, there
also is an emptiness where no answers will be fond to
help us escape this fury of life.

Hell-bent, taking us to our endings, a final clause in
the contracts of our conception, no agreement ever taken
or given.

It's just the way it was written and nothing will ever
change the design and pattern of rhythms in life or
measures of time, it goes it's own way taking our lives
with it.