Lying On A Desert Island Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Life is stranded on a desert island, solitary and
alone, no one caring that it is.

Lying there with no hope or love to help get through
the purgatory of earth.

Unable to live, sleep, hope, take self into the midst
of humanity for I am no longer a part of it.

Sliding down beyond the horizon, incapable of holding
onto anything, anymore.

Abandoning my space in life for I no longer fit, I am
a broken piece of life's puzzle meant to be thrown away.

No longer of any use to anyone, not even myself, unable
to open my heart anymore for it has died within me for-
ever.