Tunnels Of Existence Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Silent sight, looking into a morning sunrise, hoping to
find answers that I want.

Totally eclipsing life, finding that none of the questions
have been answered, sitting here writing, disappointed in
the results once again.

Living is one large failure at giving you what you want in
life, yet we continue living and hopelessly looking forward
to it anyway.

Such a mire of events happening, wracking our minds with
lasting causes of anticipation being non-existent.

Wholly and sincerely being so devastated, being kept waiting
incessantly and drying tears constantly with no new paths
open to us.

Resigning selves to the inevitability of this unending pain
and strife, leaving our senses behind, going our way into
eternal blinding tunnels of an everyday existence.