kagablog

August 30, 2009

stuck without hair

Filed under: poetry, dorette kruger — ABRAXAS @ 1:06 pm

My life is over and I am stuck without hair.
I feel naked.
lost.
alone.
I look into my soul - it is black.
an empty hole.
My tears have run dry.
I feel.
Nothing.
I see.
Not ever a glimmer of hope
I am a lonely tortured soul. Stuck without hair. And alone.

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