Final Frontier Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Final Frontier



Yielding to beliefs held tightly since birth, exiting quietly,
unbeknownst to anyone.

A forgiving attitude held in prayerful hands, a token of
referral caused by pain and sadness of future pasts.

Titillating soft portions of grey matter, stretching to outer
limits, the essence of imagination and creativeness.

So lightly betrayed by antagonistic foes, conveying the last
lies of a final frontier.

Carrying flags of innocence, red, blood red, onto once known
fields of battle, now closed to life.

Fonts of latent experience coerce inner triumphs of silent
beings into non-existence.

Portraying a weakness of self above all strength incorporated
into the once increased iotic brain.

Cinema-like, watching from a front row seat, images of movie
madness pasts.

Sincerely thought out, placed on royal trays of absurdity and
served years out of date.

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