Uncategorized Behind The Door, Waiting By Tom Zampino - June 29, 2016 0 912 Facebook Twitter Google+ Pinterest WhatsApp Alone, Awash in the darkness, I covet your Gentle light. Surrounded, Amidst the addled crowds, I chase your Fragrant peace. Despair drives out Fury, Stupor devours Despair. I am numb. I am lost Share this:Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)