Sights Set Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sights set on distant mountains, dreams
filling thereafter.

New paths, destinations, alone on solitary
acknowledgement, defying the odds written
on pillars of stone.

Watching the sun set upon horizons of wanting,
unfulfilled needs lie crying, unable to lift
themselves up.

Cisterns without pillows or hope and dreams,
carving life's destinations in pits of slime.

Unwilling to put in the time, causalities fall
along the wayside, never knowing or finding
what lies beyond the mountains.

Slipping instead into a pit of death, a life
struggle which cannot be met.