Darkening Dawn Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Darkening dawn abiding within, not seeking the light of another morning.
Desperately wanting something with an all-heart desire - nothing
comes close - everyone is retired.
Feeling loneliness with the intensity of a hot fire, moments are lost
as they burn on a funeral pyre.
Life has no meaning while we are living it.
Emptiness fills us with heartfelt desire and no one has a reason for
building upon it, a memorial of repose.
If life had a meaning, it would be folded inside a rose.
No one would reach for it's all-encompassing love if they thought
they had to die for it.