Detached By Death Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Living in the loss of life, spent and broken, knowing
nothing anymore.

Wonder and curiosity are still rearing their heads as
I continually write and try to carry on.

Nothing else seems to help get rid of the sorrow for
any length of time, just writing saves my life.

Allowing this existence to have life while trying to
achieve my purpose keeps me busy.

Wandering, not finding any happiness or joy, for our
love has been detached by death itself.

Lonely, forsaken, sitting in the darkness of grief,
no light to shine upon me in this darkened despair.

Really trying to work it out, but not understanding
how I am to do it.

Striving constantly, incessantly, to carry on without
you, yet the tears continue to flow.

Blurring my vision, not allowing me to see anything
clearly anymore.

Only wanting you here to hold and love me, it's the
only way life has become me through time, but not now.