Void Of Life Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Leaving life behind to seek other realms in dimensions
never heard of.
Following patterns of existence into dark tunnels,
finding nothing to hold on to - nothing worth living
for.
Searching for particular notions not held together for
any certain purpose on earth.
Living on edges of cancerous diplomacy, as all of life
plunges itself into a deep depression, void of life.
A suicide of sorts, unlimited measures of intense
emotion, bereft of an outlet to escape.