Dying Fragments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing, edges away, forsaking all of mankind to live
another day.

Saving memories good or bad, tabled for now, on distant
walls.

Taken down once in a while like faded pictures, ripped
and frayed from constant use.

Oftentimes forgetting everything religiously, just to
continue living another day.

Sacred moments tied gingerly together, emerging from
depths of hurt and sorrow.

Each morsel of life once saved, once precious, lies
no more in jeweled cases, unheard of now, hidden in
blackest caskets underground.

Wealth of mind and body now decayed, unheard stories
lying hidden in shallow graves.

Sweet breath abides no more within, for death's
destruction has occupied it's space, here within
these bodily walls.

All life and talent, twisted, cut off, lying in many
fragments, no longer able to be picked up, no longer
able to be repaired.

Standing edges, blue away, forsaking nothing, no
longer living any of it's days.