"Scared to death of darkness,
afraid to face the light
I can't see the difference
between what's wrong or right
Desolated deserts
in which my feelings dwell
The nights are cold as ice,
the days as hot as hell
Why did you desert me ?
Can't do this on my own !
Cries are heard in silence...
I find myself... alone..."
______________________"In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow." (Jethro Tull)
I hope you write more, you seem to be able to capture emotion in your writing and I like that.
/ Amber 4 Life