Countless Hours Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking through steps of life, searching for something
more, knowing there in nothing else in store.

Whiling away many countless hours, stranded in moments
of emptiness, trapped by coincidences of loneliness.

Some joy appears now and then, but quickly disappears,
where are the meanings to be found?

Even on new and different paths of our own making, life
is lived in quantum levels of generations, allowing
fortitude to rise each day, even when there is no
meaning or reason to do so.