Being Alone Without Anyone Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

A voice now singing, hesitant at times, questions finding their way onto pathways that wind through the years, no one to walk with.

Love never transpiring in the throes of life, just haphazardly slipping and falling, being alone without anyone there to catch you when you fall, just sleeping alone.

No arms wrapped around with love, feeling despondent, feel-ings lying in wait every night, wondering what meanings of being alone are meant to teach, never going to find out it seems.