poor Alice

"ohhhh," she moaned.

she had so much to say
but, the words hurt!
each stroke of her pen
was a jab at her soul.

at length, she readied her pen
and with never-stopping,
ever-pushing strokes she
put all her hurt, all her pain
on the page and when she was done
the page was black with ink.

"ahhhh," she sighed.

11/09/2004

Posted on 11/09/2004
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