Comments about Jenna Bain
Isolation And Loneliness
</>It’s a cold bitter place, my child
In the heart or mind,
Deep down within the soul,
Comes a cry for help that is so hard to find.
The cold hard earth lies beneath our feet my child,
With nothing to listen to but the rustling of leaves,
Alone once again.
That feeling of loneliness, sinking into the heart.
It’s not the thought my child,
But the feeling.
The feeling of everywhere to run,
But somehow nowhere to hide,
A name vanishes my child, in the world of millions,
A soul starts to disappear,
Identification lost in the ...