Blackened Whispers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Falling down, unrecognizable here on earth, torn and
battered by life itself and death's unending knocking
at doors of those we love dearly.

Blackened whispers falling on deaf ears, for nothing
can be heard on the other side of this life, being so
lonely, dejected, forlorn, left to ourselves.

Fading in the shadows, disguised in the grayness of a
nether world, love no longer here to hug or caress us,
leaving only a barren emptiness, a total bereavement
and nothing else in life towards it's ending.