Death's Wings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Strolling around in turmoil, worrying, yet trying to be myself,
searching for an identity I had when younger.
A serenity, a calm interior to focus my energy on.
Relating to life's stringent reality and messages there of, I
flounder, twist, change direction, feeling none of it is
benefiting my soul.
Misdirected, changing, wanting some semblance of peaceful
nature to adhere to my mind, so it may soothe this aching
heart.
Building up within, sorrow is gyrating, turning me upside down, sending me to catacombs of hell, where I may be lost and forgotten forever in life.
Harboring no fears, sensing death before me in the wings of my
mind today.
Catching sight of florescent thoughts as they betray my inner
emotions, twirling inside me, tearing me apart with gruesome
dignity.
Flamboyantly criticizing whatever comes to me as I wander alone
down pathways of my existence toward twilight - my evening star
of death, awaiting my hand in his.
Stopping just moments in time, warily continue, slowly walking
forward, to meet my destiny and fate at death's insistence.