Silent Winds Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Inwardly walking paths of hell, being tormented with total
emptiness.

Outwardly, no one can tell of the pain and sorrow that has
filled a person.

Never shedding a word about what is happening or where to
go to get out of this mired wicked hell.

Mud, sucking, pulling under all the good that's been done,
burying it deep, hiding it from all eyes.

Looking about, there are no innocent bystanders waiting to
lend a hand.

Only power-hungry people waiting for different lives to go
under, collapsing beneath the weight of loneliness.

Caring nothing about the whereabouts of God in anyone's
life, being recompensed with anguish and left to die an
empty death alone.

Once heralded by all as complete and heroic, life now
fallen, lying crumpled in a mere heap of ashes.

Silent winds come along, blowing remnants off to distant
shores - no longer having a life to live.