Narrow Earth
by steviebomb

She walks the cold road alone.
Only the fog rises to meet her.
The bitter wind is but a small nuisance.
The real pain lies within.

She looks beyond...beyond the night and the pain.
Living in her own world is not easy.
Not many friends there.
Not much of anything.

About the Poet:
Originally from North Alabama, steviebomb now lives in Georgia where he writes in his spare time. On weekends, he can be found doing the Time Warp again. He can be reached by email at hodges_ss@hotmail.com.