In a dark and private place I invalidate my space and end up slowly sinking in the thoughts I have been thinking feeling separated from the human race I weave a web of doom to complement my gloom as I sit among the tatters of a life that hardly matters in the cobwebs of this silent empty room I blindly reach for hope but find I cannot cope with the fear that too much yearning will become an aching burning and I'll lose my grip on the rope I long for something good but I don't know if I should when my life serves to remind me that no one can really find me; am I foolish to believe that someone could? Today I sharply feel the cold of a life that's growing old yet I yearn for love to give and receive, I long to trust, to hope and believe, to dare to be that strong and bold. The hope has never slipped away, it simply wanes from day to day as this weak one tries hard to be strong to find what's right in a world of wrong and feel the love along the way.