Hour 01 – The End

A Shrouded Path In solitude, I roamed a shrouded path as misty fog devoured every sound, a victim of my fears and heaven’s wrath. Deep in my heart dwelt pain, carefully bound, which drove my feet further into the gray as if enlightenment could there…

Poem 5

Loneliness… the sound of the soul and the heart crying together   Eve Remillard 6/13/2015