Clinking Ice Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Ice clinking in glasses of loneliness, being emptied
by a myriad of lonely people, not finding their way.
Hopelessly drifting down open roads, no destination
in sight, no purpose to fulfill.
Just tempting fate while gazing into nothing but
emptiness.
Wary of everyone else they run into along the way,
closing every avenue of escape as lying down on the
side of the road, all depth has been secured and left
to decay, life unable to hold onto any more of trouble
or suffering.
Mattering not at all, filling all aspects with a
disheartening attitude of servility.