Black Hole Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wherever wandering, peace eludes the sacredness of my mind,
solutions drench themselves in giant undertakings that never
are beheld.

Holding onto dismal memories, pulled by the undertow of
death's embrace, shaken by the purgatory of earth, sent to
shadowed lands for some small measure of security.

Racing down inner pathways, searching for sublime truths of
age, kneeling, looking over the ground, believing in the
prospect of evening promises, always being forsaken.

Allowing the misfortune of daylight to overtake each daily
thought of goodness, denying the eventual happiness which
will never be here, swallowing the pride that never was.

Never developing self worth or self-esteem, being dragged
through mires of hell.

Alone, put there by another, misery drenching the very core
of being, laughter misguided, never spent in this lifetime.

Alone, forever forsaken upon the cold, lonely black hole of
earth.