Edging Closer To Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Holding carelessly to the satin glow of midnight ebony,
not wanting to be responsible for the demise of it's
soul.

Preferring instead, to edge closer to the fate of being,
letting all of inner feelings go out the door without
keeping any together in this system of penetrating beauty.

Allowing to find a way through hungry hunted animal
instincts of self, wandering into and out of corners of
another cruel world, hoping to be eaten before anything
else comes along to damage souls and beings.

Wrongfully being taken into deserted places, reserved for
those who have evil in their hearts.