Hours Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in the living room of life, alone for the most part,
no one here to hug or love me most of the time, hours of
loneliness keep piling up.

Mounting sadness coming to mind with the realization that
the end is nearer than ever before, and there's nothing
more to be done.

Sitting on a couch of remorse day after day, hoping to find
some memory to give happiness and justification for a life
that will soon cease to exist.