Hi all, I blogged this poem at the end of last month, removed it and then re-worked it from a different perspective and painfully gave birth to 'Single Malt Rain' - for some reason I did not feel comfortable with the original piece. With some recommendation I removed the last two verses, so here goes again. I would love to know what anyone thinks of this, the original version as compared to 'Single Malt Rain'. Was originally titled '.....and nobody knows.....' Thanks all, nicky x



She cries.
              This woman.
                                 All alone.
Her head by the phone, her bloody nose.
She cries.
               This woman.
                                  For stories untold.
Finds refuge in Oblivion. It numbs the Pain.


She cries.
               This woman.
                                  All alone.
With aching heart, and head by the phone.
Single malt rain
                         slides down
                                           her face
numbness etched with pain for all to trace.


She cries.
               This woman.
                                  All alone.
Her weary body, her head by the phone.
Muffled sobs,
                     of fear
                               and pain,
and Nothingness, she's going insane.


She hides.
                This woman.
                                   All alone.
From the world, and her stories untold.
She hides.
                This woman.
                                   Hides her grief.
Patiently awaiting her final relief.


She cried.
               This woman.
                                  For far too long.
Afraid to speak out, tell the world "It's wrong!".
She cried.
               This woman.
                                  Single Malt Tears.
Of bitterness, not hope, for too many Years.