barren moon
For many years, not so far, my silence concealed the pain. So many sleepless night, fruitlessly waiting in vain, wandering where to find that one thing. It is easier to believe that an angel will never open this empty room. There are too many reasons not to feel enough, memories are consoling my soul somehow, but still can someone fill the copious space. Such a lovely life to end, but how long can one hold to a hopeless rope. I am ashamed to this kind of weakness; oh Lord I need your forgiveness.
