My heart beats quickly, yearning for a tiny spark of light
And terror holds my very soul in the grip of loneliness
Can my heart escape its self-molest and find a place of peaceful rest?
The overwhelming silence drives me almost half insane
I wish only for the sound of the gently falling rain
Just anything, oh, anything, to keep myself from thinking
My weary eyes will now stay closed and stop their restless blinking
But no! I cannot sleep
In my dreams I mourn and weep
For the love that will not come
Has the tragedy just begun?
How many lonely, silent nights
Must I spend wanting for the light?
The light is love, but I have none
Will love - my true love - ever come?
Heather Dawn Morrison
age 14