The Only Word Left To Groan

Rad Stevens is a fine poet and author.  Amongst his work is a poem called Escape.  I read his poem and this came pouring out of my heart.  

At three o'clock in the morning
When the world is quiet and sleeping.

Your pillow is soaked with saltiness, although you are past the point of tears
You know the pain that is hidden in the dark depths that no one else sees.

After your inner heart has gone hoarse from screaming
Escape is the only word left to groan.

 (c) Bev 2007