Outer Boundaries Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent tears flowing down into my heart, rending it asunder with shards of lonely abjection.
Caring no more for joining in conversations, or taking part in everyday exercises of living.
There is no joy today as I determine exactly how many moments I have left to travel into.
There being no patterns to behold, calculating is difficult, yet I muster what formulas I can delve into.
There is no visible, tangible feeling to be found; traveling without a cause to stagger into unbound abysses of unknown emotion.
Drowning in oceans of hurricane fury, tabulating depths of insanity, floundering on outer boundaries of another world, still unfolding slowly before my visions on inner photographic screens.
Pictures taken with an intensity of detail - never to be forgotten - etched in my brain.