A Living Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life lives in each of us, but circumstances tend to take
us into a living death that is very difficult to escape
from.

Searching within oneself, looking for a solution, yet
answers seem to hide or fade away, deserting life for
moments at a time.

Going inside one's mind and intellect, leaving everyone
behind, not wanting to talk or be around anyone, there's
no purpose in doing so.

It just helps to detach from daily living even more, re-
flecting, looking into a mirror, trying to find an answer,
but thoughts don't have a reflection for the time being.

Facing the world alone, finding no one is around, some-
times a person comes along, even though hope is gone and
dreams have been lost in misty curtains of midnight.

Living, not having any strength to keep on going, looking
within, seeing an empty abandonment lying there, no fear,
no feelings, just pillows of sorrow that keep stacking
themselves all around, tears incessantly spilling out.