The Only Occupant Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Touching rhymes inside my head,
providing rhythms to write to
on enlightened days of tomorrow.
Catching on ledges, holding on,
attempting not to fall into the
deepest canyons of ever-declining
surface mental attitudes.
Searing all emotions with a burning
desire of intellect, accusing no one
of intruding, because I don't allow
it to happen.
It is only a space for myself and I
am the only occupant ever going into
it's depths - not just to write,
but to bring solace.