dusk now

wandering this desolation
yearning for some consolation
while pondering my isolation
fighting off the desperation
without a single word spoken
my spirit’s faith is broken
nothing left inside but sorrow
no light of hope for tomorrow
will I find some comfort here
will I face my deepest fears
or will I drown in my tears
left alone, no one to hear

It’s nearly 8pm and the kids belong to our backyard neighbors are still playing outside. And by playing I mean yelling for no good reason.