Loneliest Girl

The loneliest girl thinks into herself in dreams of gold soliloquy, and knows not of her inner grace that pours forth light and love at the dawning of new day. She drinks the nip from fear's chalice, drowns in quicksand of ire and realises not her soul has spurned the decimating dark and torches with relentless fire. The loneliest girl has deeper feeling within the fetters of her heart and knows not her sensuality that can lay rule to men and rend their mind and flesh apart. She weeps and feels unloved, alone, steeped in quagmires of distress and realises not how much her inner beauty craves release from prison cells of emptiness...