Upon Deserted Shores Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Walking aimlessly through the darkness, trying to see
something to hold on to, some way to grow out of this
hell.

All paths seem to lead back to the beginning, never
forsaking their own selfish desires, giving vent to
unsung emotions, failing dismally in every respect.

Finding no truths, falling helplessly to broken knees,
giving vent to nothing, not even prayer.

Feeling that all of life has been forsaken and stands
alone upon deserted shores of shiftless sand.

Conveying thoughts to absolutely no one, carrying on,
not a single conversation.

Afraid, last words will be held and used against you.

Seeking favors of no one, never being disappointed
carries with it a heavy heart.

Filled with hopeless love and helpless compassion,
life spins on, torturing and confusing everyone when
they find they are alone.

It is the same for old and young alike, life just
continues to revolve and end when it gets tired.