Darkness soothes forlorn heart
Deserted trail stills agitated self
Dialogue outside troubles turmoil inside
What does the hushed tears desire?

Candle departs spreading light across
Nature sacrifices her riches wholly
Is being conditional selfish?
Should I be like a burning lamp?

Questions many answers few
Every time I drown in the sea of fret
Near ones seem miles apart
Devil of isolation wrenches me within

Nothing seems to lighten the grief
Journey of life burdens the spirit
Shoulders droop in frustration
Eyes lookup in question, “When is my turn?”