Finding No Magic Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in this temporary world, finding no magic here,
only pain and suffering, there's no love anywhere, an
empty desert, arid, dry and forlorn within.

Escaping constantly into domains of intellect where I
can create and manifest what my soul needs to carry on,
existing by the grace of God only.

Wanting to be with Him, for there's no one here for me,
knowing that God is my only salvation, His mercy and
love for me all I'll ever need in this mortal world.