Thought Patterns Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tempered, still, frozen inside, awaiting diversity
of small minds, incomplete on their journeys.

Withstanding ageless tasks of searching for answers,
instead breathing the last of life unattended.

Liveliness inside can no longer exist on present
shores, it has fallen overboard, haunted by
incessant lies.

Images haunting, shadows no longer vague, but
strengthening.

Intelligence shatters itself up against the past,
intense, bleeding, slightly knowing something
that happened isn't right.

Wherever memories wander, minds hesitantly
follow, trying to gain some understanding.

It's task lies unfulfilled, for sorrow is it's
own small barrier to understanding or making sense
of it.

Life falls upside down, shaking amnesic thoughts
loose, but not in order.

Chaotic images blindly appear and disappear through
nighttime visions, separated from waking hours by
dreams.

Aimless thought patterns, switching on or out, never
quite connecting relevant information.

Silent inept memories coast along the center of a
mind, careening through from past to present.

Tearing into complacent pastimes, allowing no time
for regrouping or solutions, staccatoely moving to
an inner drummer set in place by some past horror.

Stalking eternally within confines of enmeshed
brain waves, falling short of living, choosing death
instead.

No longer wanting to begin each day in lingering
torment, afraid of continuing the living death of
yesterday, past on to surrounding alternatives.