Cory Sitsler
loneliness
my cloke
i wear.
solitude my
only compasion,
this lonely path
i walk, forever
condemned to
wander, oh how
i search for even a
morsal, a crumb of Decency,
a whisper in this cacophony
of silence, have mercy this
sentence is too much
to bare, release
me, from this
sentence of
dispair.
