Deserted Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loneliness fills this empty being with wanton desires,
being stranding in the Gobi desert somewhere, never
again to be reached on this level of terrain on earth.

Affected seriously with cataclysmic feelings, growing
ever wider, encompassing more of being than ever before
in life, continuing to create an existence that even I
no longer want or care for.

Tears reverberate with every thought of relatives gone
on ahead to better lives than life's existence here on
earth.

Woebegone days turn into years of misery, never-ending
mysteries of life's solitary wanderings through depths
of unchartered waters.

Falling quickly over waterfalls into depths of
unknowing faulty thoughts, watering interior graves of
being into nothing more.

As long as life is forgiven and forged into eons of loneliness, it's brought forth from an empty being,
still alone and stranded, but now in the Sahara desert
as well.