Black

It is so black I cannot see

Frozen due to fears

There is no sure direction

Only pain and lonely tears

This is a place so horrid

That movement is a must

But dear God, the direction?

Who is it that I trust?

Focus lost from day to day

Each one presents the same

A love that beckons loudly

So loud that no one came

I see the face of one

Confused about intent

Erratic in behavior

No comfort, no assent

The thoughts so very tempting

Yet still so very wrong

Someone who really cares

To guide the soul along

If only love were greater

Peace might then abide

Or yet directed elsewhere

To prove this love has died

LH

11/28/12