Lonely she goes unnoticed
She cries for mercy
Like a slave for misery
She wants to break her silence
After the betrayal of her shadow
Hurting, she thirsts for blood
To quench her drive to write
All the stories in her barren mind
Unable to master the art of exploiting her crippled heart
Scribbling, she sought to find her healing
Through her wild imaginations, bereft of meaning
Naked she hides her feelings
She was stripped off passion
And lost possession of her dreams
Her thoughts were never celebrated
And her letters were drenched with tears
The lone writer left this place
Not a voice was heard
No traces of her pen
“Solitude has always been her friend”
© quirkyshine
LOVE QUIRKY 