Captured By Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Waking up in depths of emptiness, seeing nothing no matter
where my eyes look, sky emptied of clouds, sun and moon,
ground having no flowers, trees or butterflies flying.

Death has taken away all of nature's essence from my being,
leaving nothing for me to see or feel, being numb, sightless,
looking within, finding loneliness, empty feelings and sorrow.

Tears falling helplessly into pools of my lonesome, forlorn
and empty heart, no more love or desire for it has been cap-
tured by hands of death and taken away from me.