Negligent Benefits Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

So-called benefits of life are negligent or non-existent.
Whatever happens never matters to anyone.
There is an onslaught of loneliness stretching itself over all those who are elderly or alone.
Most days are spent never opening their mouths because there's no one there to speak with.
Four walls are not conducive to thought - it's as if you're caught in a solitary jail cell, alone all your days and nights.
Never seeing another soul as you finally close your eyes and expire.