RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Ingrown Thought - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Throwing hands of fate into pits of hell, terrifying
even the most strident sinners of earth.
Walking, beating rhythms of irreverent music,
striding down paths of religious fervor, getting
slowly altered down lanes of irretrievable purpose.
Faith and belief in it, turns souls around,
gravitating towards their main intention and facet
Along lines of beginning hope, feats of life are
imitated in daily rhymes of ingrown thought, floating
in melodic striae of brain waves.
Comments about Ingrown Thought by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.