Muddle Of Loneliness Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Being slowly entrenched in a muddle of loneliness,
sinking deeply into depths of grief.
Not being able to hold on to anything in living
that means anything.
Dusky materialistic journeys culminating in a pile
of disgusting jargon.
Wanting to always begin on new tones, never quite
making it.
Yet, trying to never forget any particle of meaning
as it treads through my mind, alleviating the
mindless pity finding it's way into my brain.
Sololy beginning to partake of an energy, finding
it's way into the pathway of enlightenment.