Turn Of Events Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A turn of events has upset life and struck it down in its prime.
Leaving memories scattered along pathways like fallen leaves after a storm.
Reaching out, finding that nothing is there and no one is waiting to take you in their arms or love you.
Inanely lonely, totally forsaken, not being understood in a cacophony of turmoil, standing in the middle of the Sahara desert, no way to return to your former self.