Love Ended Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

In depths of sadness, life crawls around and hides in a
corner.

Love ended, tears falling softly and steadily as snow on
a winter's day.

All vulgarity lies in human nature somehow, yet God has
created us in His image.

Everywhere people pull their shrouds tightly about them-
selves and ignore everything else.

Forsaken and left to lie in a muddled heap upon the
ground, leaves fall from trees and cover a precious soul,
left alone in the sadness of purest emptiness.

A shell containing nothing to resemble a human being, save
the outline of shadow in the darkest hour of midnight.