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