Living The Death Of Love Only Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Looking into the vast desert of my mind, watching an arid
wind blow dust all about, filling the atmosphere with part-
icles of the desert, getting in my eyes at times.

Not caring, because I too am now a part of this desert waste-
land, feeling dry and left out in the arid heat to shrivel
and die.

Watching as everything is blown away within this vast desert
of my soul from this day forward, filled with lonely empti-
ness that comes from a broken heart and life.

Never to begin again in love, only live the death of it,
while here on earth, the loneliest place in the universe,
nothing to be done except to exist.