Loneliness Becomes Me Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Crashing with each wave that knocks the boat in
another direction - just existing and going along
for this diabolical ride, life has set up from
birth.

Talking, speaking to the wind, no one else will
listen, as I grasp my little space in time.

Loneliness, the only friend I have, it's been
with me since being born, it's human nature.

Knowing how much loneliness becomes me, I slip
under the boat as it rocks above me, flowing
with memories and water down the river.