Comments about Alec Hall
The shadow of doubt
She looms briefly over my shoulder
I knew nothing, know nothing about
My heart's wishes, for when I'm older.
She hangs there, accumulating more and more
Calm before the storm, calm before the storm.
The widespread cast of grief
She takes me in, I am covered
Protected from her, inside I feel relief,
But my outside self hasn't yet discovered
What I feel within.
Then the true feelings begin, they begin.
The tortuous storm of anger
She consumes my land about me
I run, run to my chamber-
My chamber will save me.