Marks Of Existence
Steps of life cannot be budgeted by whims of idle gossip,
by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
strong-willed fillings seek acknowledgement even from the
grave of departing memories and images.
Snared by indecision, allowed to bask there, bringing a
truth of lifeless disdain and ignorant ideas to fruition.
Nothing can withstand allotments of resentment throughout
the years, it tears and claws it's way like a long time
cavity into the very heart of personality.
Eating it away, eroding every good point that once stayed
close within, an open, gaping hole, saturated with salty
tears of sadness, wounding the very soul of inner peace.
Chances are all gone, a dark stain, a spot, are the only
marks of yesterday's existence.