Apart From Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Slowly, apart from life we drift into a new world.
Strangely groping for places unknown, trying to remember those forgotten.
Lulled by the monotone of traffic, angry at the bark of a dog.
The wind whistled through my hair one day and left me standing there alone; stars in the sky winked down, and all eyes were heavy with fatigue.
From somewhere down the lane a cat meowed and slunk into the earth, camouflaged by night.
Sitting, listening, the world came into view and people walked forward, only to fall into a nightmare of pasts.
The parade of society fell into place, and yet was not watched by one.
I wanted no part of it, mine was gone, left ages ago in an abandoned mansion, where all things are old.
Slowly apart from life we drift into a new world.
Strangely groping for places unknown, trying to remember those forgotten.
And the beauty comes, and the sun rises.
It's another day.