Your wings

Groping in the Dark

light vacates despoiled aloneness is bare

Hell has a warmth

The only waking heat flows from your tears

Burning my soul

Hope fleeting Abruptly

Absent in my idea of life

Can there be openness

When your silence screams for attention

Where is Happiness

When Agony Weighs more than Gold

Overflowing with emptiness

Wings Enfeebled at Birth

You so long to Fly.