Tortuous Moments Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loneliness is drowning me in it's essence, not letting any
peace join me right now.

Walking down sidewalks of grief, dragging self along edges
and being cut and bleeding by the intensity I am feeling
so ardently.

Nothing between, falling down into canyons of bewildering
abandonment, not knowing what I have done to deserve this
exacting emptiness.

Wanting only to proceed on a pathway of enlightenment away
from these tears of sadness that are joining me on an endless
journey through these tortuous moments.

This mind is on another plain, alone, grasping onto the only
thing available to me to hold onto in life - my writing.