Quagmire Of Isolation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Along the way, losing myself in a quagmire of isolation,
not bothering to turn around, just keep walking into
unknown depths, no one there to talk with.


All just a silent period of intense stillness, tossing
me aside in retrospect for nothing else that really
mattered to anyone.

Scattered about, going under, not deserving another
chance as far as I can think forward.

Yet, there's something ahead, shining a light just
around the corner of intellect and it's forthright
honesty.