Not Existing Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being caught up in the strings of suffering, having
the tenacity to break free until the next time.

Tears still falling, heart breaking in time with the
measures of music.

Taking me through the desert of my soul and into a
darkened sorrow where the blackness will fall upon me.

Not existing for the time being, isolating, feeling
empty and abandoned, nothing to be done about it.

Continuing to experience every particle and fiber of
this until it's eventually partially over.

Knowing there will really be no end in sight as long
as I'm still living on this earth.