Dreams Seem To Have Run Out Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking towards the sky, watching clouds form and float
away, much like my thoughts are doing right now, leav-
ing my faith wallowing in a desert of my soul.

Wondering where to go from here, dreams seeming to have
run out, as I sit in a hopeless canyon of doubt, wanting
to get out of here.

Taking nothing, yet still holding out a flicker of hope
that life will be fulfilled somehow before the end appears
on this, my last horizon in life.