Standing Alone, Apart Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Standing alone, apart, in another world my mind came
to rest on a stone unhurled.

Restless as the day without it's dawn, hopelessly I
looked on.

Grass falls crumpled on the ground, as I step upon
it with sod filled shoes.

Tearing into the iciness of a night's cold hard trek
I fight relentlessly, this thing I cannot touch.

What is a life? Or what is it's use? When dying we
have nothing to remember about it?