Pain,
Yes it was found
Somewhere deep within
The inner part of this thing
...
Mask,
a thing we have to put on
to alienate ourselves
so to meet each other halfway
...
With And Without
Absence of stars
an inky night
a rhymeless poem
a placeless time
a moment without you.
The darkness fades
dawn appears
a beam of light
your presence at hand
an eternal joy.
amyb