stanjonesjournal
A Writing Journal
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Alone
I reach out but no one is there ,
I cry but no one hears ,
I ask why but no one listens ,
there is an emptiness in me like a deep and endless void ,
I stand upon it's edge about to fall ,
I long to embrace it ,
to let myself go.
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