Falling Loneliness, persistent pain, unhappiness felt in vain. Tormenting pain, running to nothing and yet something at all! Wandering into darkness keeping it within, never knowing what it is. Answers hide in the corners and then run so far away. How can I can ask the questions when I don’t know what they are? Deep in the soul a hardening heart building up the concrete walls. Help me find myself in this darkness. Help understand the pain I never wanted but always had. Where can I go what can I do when I can’t find you. Buried in myself uneasiness I can’t endure. Falling, always falling, give me your hand helps my climb up without your hand without you I can’t get there.
Angela J. Dallemagne/Stover Feb. 09, 2005