Solitude Of Death's Embrace Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Constantly struggling with daily routines of existence,
battling the limits set by life and other people.
Wishing for the solitude of death's embrace, sensing
the nearness I have to it.
Not wanting to waste a precious minute, believing in a
God that wants me with Him.
Falling into the abyss of life, struggling with it's
infinite demands, hoping to be rid of it's grasp real
soon.

(9/22/96)