Alone
She stands alone, Staring outward, To much on her own, Fearing the inward darkness. She is like a flower, Forever reaching for the sun, Thirsting for rain, In a desert where there's none. She looks back toward which she came, The road is long and empty, No one running after, calling her name. She turns back towards the sky. One lone eagle overhead, Flying high above the trees. She feels the invisible chains, Wanting so to be free. Her heart she would share, Along with passion, and dreams. But he doesn't care, So she walks on...Alone. Written November 20th, 2001 © on Nov 20 2001 03:59 AM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 1
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"She stands alone,..."