Secretive Generations Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Razor sharp electricity, zapping interiorly with emotional
fervor and raspiness against my being.
So terrifying, concrete hard, penetrating a mind of
secretive generations.
Solidly grasping the neck of destiny, throttling it's
existence into reality's denizens.
Strangling thoughts of imagination grow on infertile
grounds of stone, clashing, thrashing, into oceans of depth.
Nourishing beds of ideas for future fortunes of penniless
stations until death pushes forth into wide open spaces of
treasure and fame.