Stormy Waters Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Stormy waters churning downward to their final destination,
oblivious to all who do not seek answers from within.

Taking part in whatever comes along, yet never interested
in anything for long.

Choppy waves flowing over, running into each other, looking
for answers that have never been.

Dark and frothy, careening down ancient watery paths,
finding nothing worth looking into, placing history in it's
lap.

Dulling senses, boring tears to leap into watery graves,
sullenly sitting, waiting, for something, anything more
exciting than itself to appear.

Stormy waters churning downward to find another destination
to stave off a hungry yearning for unending knowledge without
having to learn it from others.