Committing The End Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Unending are thoughts of solitude, brought down to bear
upon an inner mind.

Wanting to take up many crosses, realizing that you're only
human, even Jesus was only crucified once for our sins and
we have been forgiven.

Life goes on and everyone does the best or least they can,
soaked up in sorrow plenty, digging furrows to try and hide
in.

Deftly turning corners, finding another one to take the
place of the one before it.

Socializing now and then, finding very little enjoyment from
social gatherings, following instead, the call of solitude
and a call to one-on-one.

Taking it in stride, having no pride to get in the way,
reaching out to feelings felt by others.

Long standing weariness resides inside, holding hands with
loneliness and sorrow, tears held tightly with inner hands.

Desperately wanting to touch another human being, knowing
it cannot be done.

Sacrificing heart-felt desires, solid emptiness cannot be
touched by anyone, to fill it up you must die to self and
then commit the end of life.