Sometimes

Sometimes, darkness can be too dark

Not having a single spark

Dingy, long unending days

Seems no light at the end

And all things look empty and vain

Things fall apart

There, I wish hope.

Sometimes, silence can be too silent

Without any rustle or any breath

In a lonely place, and alone

And feeling and sensing so down

Feeling so diffident and so forlorn

There, I wish love and joy.

Sometimes, stresses can be too stressful

Without any prospect of solution

When troubles are troubling

And things are all in a hotchpotch

There, I wish peace and homely beauty.

Sometimes, love can be so hurtful

When a wounded heart breaks into pieces

Spread; all round me everywhere

On the carpet, on the sofa, on the pillows, the beds

Everywhere

There, I wish a truelove

I wonder why I am the only one at fault

Alone, bearing all these pains

My mind goes over the brink

Where will I set the foot?

Where will I rest?

Why do I get sucked into this tunnel?

So often

So dark, so indistinguishable

I try to hide

But especially from myself……. DARKNESS.