Lies Through The Years Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing in the midnight of life, moving away from the moon
light and into the light of day, no longer caring what happens
to be in life.

Looking the other way, not wanting to be prepared for another
day of turmoil in the desert night of my soul.

Taking every step closer to the motions of interior rhythms,
no longer wanting to be close to another human being, because
of all the lies that have been told through the years.