Inches From Death's Embrace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Loneliness suddenly permeates my being and I drift slowly
away from reality onto a fantasy island in imagination.
Wanting so bad to get away and forget the horrors of life.
Listlessly wandering, unable to make a commitment, unable
to reach out to anyone.
Alone, transfigured in a tomb, encased in sorrow, pain as
my destinical tombstone.
Heading for past memories, self emerging, clinging tightly
to the sides of me within.
Crying interiorly, failing so unmercifully to take strides
in right directions, falling to my knees, no prayer at hand
to speak.
Echoes of my lonely soul retreat, become fainter with each
passing day.
Sounds of life move farther away from my being, leaving me
in a silence of deepening abandonment.
No longer close to a destiny of life, only inches away from
death's embrace.
So quickly, loneliness steps in and takes over life again.
Protecting me from insincere efforts of other people,
allowing me to feel only sorrow of my soul and it's being.
Antagonizing inner peace, causing feelings of inferiority
to quelch and break over me.
Does everyone feel so intensely, lives they lead or is it
only me?
Strangely, I do not care any longer, as I falter through
steps set before me, I disappear inside, forever, to hide
from the reality around me.
Imagination, creative and awe-inspiring will stead all I
do until the day I die, which will be soon.
This is a frequent thought caressed within my mind,
caught amongst my brains, apparently for eternity, at
least as long as I'm on earth.