If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it. ~ Anais Nin
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Sorrow
Felicity weeps.
then fades away.
Lost,
Alone,
Led astray.
In dark abyss,
A tempest looms.
The root of
angst,
fear,
and gloom.
Sorrow calls.
And I come.
Too haggard now to run.
