Solitude Apprehending Senses Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking through the silence of death, not able to find
my way, being in an absolute and total truth that can-
not be denied.

Folding and unfolding from within a solitude that is
apprehending all my senses, avoiding unanimous decisions
of another day in the past.

Covering the best part of life with an ebony darkness
that I'm unable to see through on this side of life,
being forsaken, deserted and abandoned.

Preserving nothing, having not a thing left after death
has taken those whom I love so much and so preciously
in this little life on earth.