Only Look Forward Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Lights burning brightly in the dark of night, disappear
suddenly, being turned off.

Everywhere around, darkness has enveloped the earth in
blackness, abounding.

There is no where to go, no roads to walk, everything
has been plunged in midnight darkness to hide the evils
of men from curious eyes.

Standing edgewise on the brink of day, there are no
handles to grip or prayers to pray before falling down
off either side, leaving life alone, behind.

There are no reasons for reaching out or touching the
lives of others, because there is no love to stand the
stead of time.

All work is carried on without thoughts of people who
are doing it, trying to raise money for wife and kids.

Life is a crock for all who are alive, yet, maybe it's
better than the crock of death, for at least we can still
move about, trying to correct the many wrongs we find.

In death, we can only look forward, because our minds
are turned off and we no longer remember the life we
once lived.