seems that darkness will not fetch the light
will not call the abundance
not even a crumb
to dispel the night
nor turn these tears
into the steam of happiness
seems all that is left
is to slowly digress
how can a life of blood
be finally healed
without a stone of affection
to soothe the way that one feels
can light call on this void
to fill its blank space
is there hope to be found
in each day of waste
it happens all around me
I hear voices, have faith
yet you speak of your lives
can I call the same fate
should I know of your joy
while you share it around
or does knowing drag one deeper
swallowed torture, no sound
as each day weakness wins
the soul slowly implodes
to know that some have love there
does not shift the heart's woe
for true love does not exist
when its put up for sale
it need not be advertised
will do not to avail
the love that some miss
like the sweetest of kiss
or could it be jealousy
that is torturing me