Crying alone in the chapel and
searching for an answer that
was never to be found, alone,
looking for the light at this non
existant tunnel of hell
Searching for a reconsiable
ground that can be a reprive
for what have been ages and
years of hell
It has boiled down to the very
end, and I didnt even know
How many more secrets will
now have its unfolded story......
Bonnie Collins
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unfolded-story/
