Lost At Dark

In my chest beats a lost heart,

silently broken, seething with regret. 

Blindly allowing my soul torn apart,

and yet how much worse can it get?

I ask for nothing that I can't give, 

my honesty perhaps my kryptonite. 

So many moments I'd never relive,

and now I only search for the light. 

As I sit alone and wish for clarity,

but to obtain it is an impossible task. 

Would God grant me an act of charity?

And answer the questions that I ask?

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Sounds as though the speaker is going through a dark night of the soul. Healing is available in such situations, but one must be inwardly still and open,