Lonely Reality Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Talent of life is expedient, never dallying a minute, creeping
past it's time, galavanting through the space of age, enjoying
itself.

Expressing life in many fascinating ways, speaking silently in
works of art, words of poems and musical scores.

Swept away from the mundane tasks of life, it's daily routine,
exploring the vast universe of imagination, unseen.

Loving the intensity, the vibrancy hidden from other's view,
wanting forever feelings of gloom and despondency that help me
come alive.

It's unlike any other part of this life, I can hold, touch it,
embrace it, and always come away feeling the sorrow, loneliness,
emptiness with a sense of infinite reality.