Abbreviated silhouettes,

Scouring shadowed lands –

Seeking those outstretched hands

After the calm of the passing storm,

In the heart which was torn;

It’s blood leaking across the shadows

Bringing warmth to them once more.



Futility lies within everyone’s soul,

Feeling inadequate is second nature,

Feeling deflated comes both day and night,

Being elated is often out of sight.

Though the souls which hold the brightest spark

Were once showered in eternal dark.