Mission Poem by Justin Bemis

This empty lonely feeling that consumes my soul

has me searching for a light to fill my despare.

If one was to be found, I would grab hold and nurture

this flame to never let it die for lack of care.

The hole has grew to become an all to consuming

void that has left no room for hope.

This melancholy room where I dwell has no cure,

no end and no prescribed relief, with the aid of dope.

The light and love needed to rescue my mind from this seeming endless

wrath of yearning is not one to be aided by friends or family,

but by the one to be chosen, the one to freely give my soul, heart and everything I am.

You all have felt the flutter. That feeling that comes from earned and trusted love.

I thought I had recieved that gift once, but was only disappointed and rejected never to become that which I am.