(2006) Words Of The Lonely Poem by Deana Rode

So many scars are slashed across me
tears too many to number have been shed
Pain seems to be my constant companion
Misery always my only friend

Will anyone ever see past my imperfections
or find my spark that has been dormant all these years
Is there somebody in this world who can see through the masks
and discover the beauty that this weary soul posseses

My heart is tired of the rigid solitude
my mind is ready for the sun that only Love can bring
but if this hopeless dream shall ever be fulfilled
only the spirits above seem to know.