Morbid Thoughts Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Late at night the world and all it's problems hides
beneath a blackened sky.
No stories to relate, no tears to impart, just the
sound of loneliness tearing me apart.
Adjusting to a new way of looking at and doing
things brings a little confusion into the picture.
Knowing soon I will have a big scar upon my head
is hard to come to grips with, but I must if I am
to continue to survive and exist.
Wishing for forgiveness for what I might have done
to deserve this cancer growing in my head.
Feeling at times so hopeless, finding it hard to
live or even concentrate on anything.
For I surmise why bother.
It's hard to turn away from these morbid thoughts
because they are at the forefront of my mind.
Feeling battered and bruised beyond recognition I
find myself at the bottom of an endless pit,
looking up, having no remorse or dreams.
Soundly recognizing walls of despair, knowing too,
that I am too weak to climb them.
All through the many hours of waiting and torture,
will I live my future once again or will I have
no more tomorrows?