It comes in cold

And flush with anger

A tired impatience

Exhausted with me

Filled with excuses

But empty of truth

It is a lonely time

It is a dark time

Seeking isolation

I cannot satisfy it,

An embodiment

Of defeat…

Still in the night

There’s a glimmer of hope

Like pyrite set by a candle

In the far-off corner

Of a dusty black room

And my eyes cannot help

But linger there.