One goes there alone

The girl with the thorn crown kneels
At the black edge she is in doubt
Even though it has the best view

Under her glowing misery
Above her black anxiety

Cause this burden is hers to bare
This black crust is no longer her home

Her thirst for happiness can't be put to sleep by all the wells in the world
But one thing you should know
We are all her sons





Poetry by Evelyn
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 22:36

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Zachary P. B.
this is such an interesting and thought-provoking write. i really loved the free-style of it all. =)

"We are all her sons"...

z
2006-08-15