Loneliness Of Years Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

It's so hard to explain loneliness of years when one is
without words.
Explicit joy brought on by a child - and then silence as
a memory creeps in.
So long ago fate had sealed life and now down the hallway
groppingly I go.
Without sight or sound, being led on to drown in this deep
pool of life.
Carefully trying to recall the use of living with hope, and
not giving up so easily.
Grasping onto the very minutes of existence as they fall
away from your open hands.
Crying out because of loneliness - happy to hear even your
own voice.
Praying - Dear God, why me?
Gnarled and torn in two from hurt - from being restrained -
unable to live or breathe or die - only lay there hanging on,
hoping for one last glimpse of being alive, and then all is
gone - all is lost - as sleeping you are yet alone.