The pages are still blank, but there is a miraculous feeling of the words being there, written in invisible ink and clamoring to become visible. ~Vladimir Nabakov

Monday, June 13, 2011

Alone in Pain

The pain that envelopes your entire soul
As it reaches to the depths of the core
Of your solitude in darkest abyss
Where only you can see
With heartbeats amiss
Only to reveal....
This path is yours alone