Reaching For Ties Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching for the ties that bind us to this world is
futile, there are no attachments here for us.

All is temporary, life cannot be held onto by either
you or I, it is a fragile endeavor to say the least.

Apoplectic tributes falter, struggling to carry us
through with no paths unwinding before our horizons.

Left standing, life inside, awaiting other shores,
beckoning to come ahead.

There are no messages or notes to be taken or given,
no one knows how but at death we all become strangers
to our lives on earth.

We no more carry voices or heed communication like
before, we have wandered off, over the future's sinking
horizon.

Tentacles not able to bring us back, we will soon be
forgotten as we float upon the seas of future death.