Thoughts Of Dying Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

From the deepest within of me is a total emptiness - a canyon of immense depth that will not be filled.
It is full of sorrow and I walk around in it, feel it, try to put it from me, but it will not go.
Solitarily silent, walking towards the center of it, can find nothing there.
Fervently praying for the Lord to ease the pain if it is His will.
If not - asking for the strength and stamina to get through it.
As lonely as the middle of the desert - my coffin sits here beside me, waiting for me to give in to the pain of sorrow.
Pushing it quickly from me - it is too easy to do - as it falls away from me - I cry out - lead me to it!
This anguish fills my heart, wrenching it apart and throwing it into a stampede of sorrow.
Leaving nothing, except the blood of life seeping slowly into the earth.