A Dark, Faraway Place

He sat there…

In the echo
Of any empty heart.

A crescendo
Of pain
Into his
Wounded mind
And hurting soul.

Every word
He tried to form
Was choked in his throat
By the devil of

He sat there…

In a dark, faraway place.

Struggling to breathe,

Struggling to hope,

Struggling to survive…


For a day

And chance,

To meet the one

The one woman
To save him.

The one,

Bringing him back…

Back to light,

Back to life,

Back to love.



© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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