Being Estranged Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Thinking in circles, confusion abounding in my mind,
wondering what I'm doing here, living without your
love.

Tears fall into dust being estranged from your heart's
love, wanting to come to you, but I cannot, nothing
matters here on earth without you, my love.

Looking everywhere in this life for your image, missing
it at every turn, deep inside, dying a little more each
time.

Falling deeper into insistent dreams of being with you,
never wanting to wake up unless you are here with me
again.