Highways Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Let me look to highways of loneliness ahead,
for there will I find the companion of my sorrow.

Walking through tearful puddles of my own doing,
feeling hurt and pain of remorse deeply within.

Never allowing it the freedom to roam about,
containing it forever in a memory buried beneath
this brain.

Solemnly taken away in an ever-changing, widening
circle of destiny.

Feathering through images, alighting upon none of
them to preserve my soul and mind from separating
through ever-eventful suicides.

Holding hands with notes of past requiem masses,
stepping in time, the rhythm of death placating
society's whims.

Fantasies abounding, taking flight when the truth
of sorrow wins on every score.