Hidden in the secret place
Is a chasm far too wide,
A gaping darkness firmly set
On pushing back the tide.
And in this shadow’s grip,
Is a small and hurting soul,
Crying out for something-anything
To fill its hollowed hole.
An open wound,
A passing glance,
A stranger walking by.
A cry for help,
For any chance,
That daybreak might be nigh.
And one last time
This paining heart,
Lets ring a desperate shout.
When, finally,
The final plea
Finds healing reaching out.
About the Creator
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
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