A poem.
In the hands of the beholder
Slowly my index finger rubs along the edge of the crystal glass.Each visit to my lips, the…
In the valley of darkness, I walk aloneWeighed down by sins, I must atoneYour voice…
I am alone and it is finebut being lonely is what is hurting
Eclipsed by darknessAlone in the wildernessHeart disintegrated to nothingness…