My chest aches.
Pain.
The pen flows
easing the pain out.
It flows onto the paper.
Chest aches.
Sorrow,
a sum of uncertainty.
Self-doubt.
Cards that have been dealt.
Waiting for a bright tomorrow.
Fear. Despair.
Fear of dissappointment.
Ease my sorrow.
Let sorrow die.
Let life begin.
Lydia Workman
Posted by lydiaworkman on 2008-03-03 12:16:09 | Rating: | Views: 43