Steaming Turmoil Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Listening in the darkness, hearing all manner of turmoil steaming from all directions.
Creating instantaneous volume, matching tones and words together to manufacture many meanings of life.
Sustaining memorable visions throughout time, fashioning impossible situations to imitate.
Totally existing in an exact moment of time, expressing every thought in perfect visions of picturesque speech.
Lengthening shadows, covering me with sadness as I slowly walk into a final sunset.