There's No Understanding Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silenced once again by an utterance of unfaith,
tepid and slowly dying, frothing as it sinks
below life's horizon.

Unrelentingly grasped by an uncaring thought,
thrown upon a heap of maybes, tomorrow.

No future today, no present either, a past
blotted out like under the influence of ether.

Wandering about, looking for meaning or under-
standing, getting only tossed and stepped on,
having no meaning.

Tremoring inside, shaking with unwept weeping,
feeling guilt for something, known nothing
about, except in memories vague and past,
haunting corridors of a mind, echoing emptiness
that echoes inside.

Reaching out for tiny moments, turning back
within, knowing no one is there to ease the ache
of loneliness.

There is no understanding, no one can ever under-
stand, torment is only meant for the one who is
living it.

Stranded on an island of life, hemmed in by
boundaries of it's limitations, stranded alone
in a crowd of life.

Fleeing it's implications, searching for any
meaning, tearing apart an intellectual mind,
because it is wracked with painful ghosts,
belonging to yesterday.

Not a soul cares, no one comes, as turning inward,
life is shut out of the world around it.