Gentle words have no voice
When they linger within the
Echoes of darkness
Thoughts are but silent whispers
Floating upon a void
That wishes not for realization
Lost and spinning upon these
Ceaseless waves of nothing,
Turning around and around,
Until all that once held light
Falls exhausted into the same
Darkness with which it fought
To deny
Oh secret pain! This altar upon which
You pray gives such pause
What can come from the same
But more? And yet you linger here,
Comfortably, praying for day