Ball Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Tired, wanting to settle into a mood of dissident compatibility,
yet still needing time to come into enticing rhythms that keep
playing through the night.

Hoping to be filled with many delights not normally found ex-
cept in throes of love and caring, rounding out the feelings
and emotions now lying in a ball of loneliness.

Wondering what has happened and why life has faded, dwindled in
the near-distance of futility and insolence, instead of living
a lively existence.