Yesterday's Fate Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running and turning inside a revelry of this mind's
eyes.

Believing in goodness and wisdom, fulfilling life
with undivided attention, solemnly traversing path-
ways of natural instinct and continuity.

Rehearsing dirges of untold grief as sorrow tiptoes
quietly across sheets of silken ice in death's
embrace.

Sordidly portraying insistent shadows of yesterday's
fate, stabbing with an intensity of moody distaste.

Sanctimoniously lying on beds of dried leaves,
quivering on a deathbed of unhurried sleep, eternally
begotten by sweet interpretation.