Lonely By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com Pen to paper; Words to heart; A blossoming feeling Exposed from the start, Uttered in kind To the true emotion. I silently accepted The falsest of notions. And now I bleed, Wounded inside-- My emotions are troubled. My heart has died. The absurd dreams I once took in Are only that; Bitter as sin. What a cruel world, Barren and cold; With a withered heart, I face it alone. BACK