Quiet Storm Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Quiet storm brewing inside, waiting for the end of time.

Cowering on the edge, faltering steps of knowledge are
unsteadily climbed.

Raked out in front pages of a mind, piled idly on top
of each other, simplicity beats a path through the back
door.

Wondering left on edges of a seat, brought forward under
everyone's feet.

Solitude stands for a moment and quietly backs away in
the thunder of unpleasant knowledge.