DARK

He sits alone in a silent corner of a dark room

Trying to make sense of everything

Everything is senseless at that moment

Life seems to be worth everything

Yet everything is worthless in his eyes

He wonders why God had to make life in the first place and hopes it is not blasphemy

No one wants to step on the toe of God more so those who hope heaven will offer a better home

He is ashamed to admit that deep down he longs to be home

Home is not this dark room filled with self doubt, anxiety and sorrow

Home is where in the least he feels nothing

Everyday he tells people to keep hoping but he  has lost all hope

The only hope he has is that he will one day hope again

Not hope to be rich or famous

But to be happy for just a moment

He hopes to slip over on his happiest day

That is his dream

He calculates how best to make his wish come

But such days are to pracious to waste on fatal thinking

He looks up to God

Hoping not to offend Him and he prays for hope

He prays that someone would listen and hold his hands a few more days

He hopes that it will be okay even when everything means nothing

He hopes he will find something that means more than everything

He only hopes and falls asleep on the pillow of his tears on a cold floor