The Void Within

I used to think myself a troubled soul,

Who needed love to help him grow in light.

I know now there's a dreadful sunken hole;

A darkness there so black it's almost bright.

You told me that a raincloud followed nigh

Wherever in the world I deigned to roam.

And so I see with bitter honest eye,

That in this dark I'll never find my home.

Had I the heavens' stars wrapped in my fist,

To burn a beacon for to find my way

I know my light and heat would pass-by, missed,

With echoed sorries you don't hear me say.

And so I stitch my words in, silence all,

And pray for one wee twinkling light to fall.