Tearing away laughter, hiding behind faded dreams of <br />yesteryear, tightly folding in upon itself, allowing <br />no entry into caverns of darkness. <br /> <br />Forcefully pushing away insistent images, remorsefully <br />attempting to escape from personal hells of their own <br />choosing. <br /> <br />Rippling across miles of striated grey matter, hanging <br />onto words being played in elliptical soundwiches for <br />no one else to hear. <br /> <br />Pounding incessantly to graphic rhythms, ingratiating <br />unheard rumors, allowing them no room in worlds of <br />being. <br /> <br />Escaping at last to final destinations on wings of <br />whispered didactic tributes, falling onto waysides <br />of future haunting horizons.<br /><br />RoseAnn V. Shawiak<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/haunted-horizons/
