Silent Emptiness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living an existence without hope,
I sit in silent emptiness,
belonging to no one and hanging
onto empty promises.

There's no one in sight, no auras,
no visions, just many memories of
abandonment through the years.

Lasting despair fed through the
deep sadness, set interiorly all
of life, a never-ending source of
grief and tears.

Yet, the abyss is where I hang out
and continually write from it's
lonely pits.

When there, all of life is blackened
by the insistence of an interior hell,
held onto by emotions of past dire
consequences.