Insistent Callings Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Rocking to the tempo of incessant beats, strengthening ties
with suicidal thoughts deluding my mind.
Walking, spacing steps as they parade onto dance floors of
wood and taking paces as life falls down around me.
Keeping lines in crooked precipices, furthering the sadness
as it envelopes my being with insistent callings from beyond.
Seething clouds, storming on lands of imaginary reality,
hoping to alight one day on a happy island.
Joining the fortitude of old timers in their days, measuring
the lines of total abandonment as worry takes itself away and
dives into the deepest silence ever provoked by death.