Empty Pathways Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Wandering empty pathways of destiny, alone, not caring,
doing what needs to be done before leaving this earth.

Reflections of portraits from the past being resurrected
in images being seen on photographic screens within.

Mind and intellect collecting feelings of death, dying and
loss, looking at them in depths of a forlorn state of mind,
no way to separate from them this late in life.

Emotions penetrating subconsciously, even now while writing
this poem, deep in thought, alone as usual throughout the
night.