Edges Of Many Graves Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is so solitary even among many people, finding only a
solo journey progressing down lanes of old, feeling the
sorrowful aspects of life, walking by them one by one.

Nothing to look forward to, living on edges of many graves
of those you've loved and have not found their way past us,
held in the grips of death.

Adjusting the attitudes of past recriminations and loving
into pools of tears, drowning incessantly in times of
loneliness and an emptiness that will not stop within us.