Darkness

Hope was never as far away as it is now.
The darkness closing in empowers the very fabric of my being.
Down to the bottom of my soul I can hear sorrow screaming to be set free.
My heart never longed to cry out in pain with such furry that the world would feel my hurt and try to hide in its own happiness.

Peace does not live with the heart of sadness.
Loneliness can always find a home when the body is willing.
Willing to give up.
Willing to run because it can’t face the very thing that scares it so.

Where wonder once roamed, an empty black hole covers the night.
Souls wallow in their own self-pity.
Somehow, someway, people make it through there empty lives.
But me, I can’t see past my own pain.

Perhaps there is a better world out there.
Perhaps this dark cloud that covers me will be lifted.
Perhaps my world will sing in wonder of the sun shining in the sky; of everything being set right.
Just perhaps.