The Night Cannot Hold My Heart

The night cannot hold my heart
It lures me into the recesses of doubt and despair
It calls and promises for naught
It wraps me in cold warmth and fear

I feel its grasp soothing yet inescapable
The pain of regret and “what-ifs” and “What gives?”
I swat at the arms of hope and help
Believing they want to condemn my sin

Why does not darkness offer comfort and rest?
Why does she seem like an unsullied friend?
Like a buzzing fly and persistent pest
She burns my wick to its inevitable end

No, the darkness cannot hold my heart
Because I don’t have it to give
It was taken from me from the start
Of my bane-filled life before I began to live

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