Unspoken Memories Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Clouds of remorse hang overhead, dripping unceasingly
into my mind, saturating it with the weeping of sorrow's
open flood gates.

Penetrating recesses of hidden scorn, reminding self of
a past built by desires of another, creeping silently in
the backwoods of my mind.

Causing collections of suicidal thoughts contrary to
human nature, reverting to the pile of unspoken memories
wondering what to do.

How to handle the sadness buried there for so long, arms
reaching into caverns, searching blindly for reasons un-
known to a child.

Rocketing into depressive states of mind by the fuel of
nonexistent mindless errors from the past, following like
cracks in a sidewalk, haphazard paths of life.

Leading anywhere, not caring which direction they go, so
maybe wherever I end up, the sunrise, fading quickly, will
fall into sunsets of eternity.

Becoming the boundaries set limitlessly in the back of my
mind, carelessly forsaking the privacy and incoherent
speeches of once thought of people who cared.

Floundering now on shores of sandy beaches like a beached
whale, no more techniques to discover or invent, salvaging
only minute particles of dignity with no respect.

Not really worth the effort, for the specialty of life has
flown below me in many deep abysses, never to be found a-
gain in this world.