Interminable Emptiness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting in depths of lonely abandonment, no one here to
talk or reach out to, wanting only to isolate and not be
a part of anything in this life anymore.

Sitting at my desk, secluded in a corner, writing poetry,
listening to music and nothing else, expecting absolutely
nothing.

This world is a dark and foreign place, my heart unable
to reach out to anyone else, wanting nothing from this
lonely life, it has nothing that I want.

Only wanting to succumb to the death of it, so as to end
all the pain and suffering it has given to me, unable to
do it, just existing in this interminable emptiness.