Often I am amazed at Dona's ability to express something so uniquely.  - poetheart 04/30/02

pain is a lonely vigil
of watchful, sleepless nights
dark, silent music felt
as it catches unaware
the first note whispered softly
rising and falling in waves
then rising again
to a deafening mute crescendo
of agony

in solitude and sorrow
incommunicative and solid
walls enclose the soul
with moaning-sighs-now screaming
a wild, demonic chorus
exquisite, excruciating symphony
insupportable cacophony

which no one ever hears
but me

by Dona Lou Pearson

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