Return to Archive Poem by Kirsty Russell Solitary tears trickle down my face, Extracting every grain of power from my body. No one comes close to Seeing my pain and slowly Everything around me fades, Over the misty mountains Far, far away. Loosing everything it seems Often appears a greater loss than it actually is. Starting a fresh is an ideal opportunity, Starting a new is what I plan to do. By Kirsty Russell