The light we don’t see

There isn’t a fire burning

To cajole the coldness within

No splinter of yearning

Illuminating the soul sullen

Eyes too behold a darkness

Behind those bolted doors 

Evading an answer arduous

Whimpering as the rain pours

There is but an old lesion 

The heart places its bet on 

Albeit the wounding treason 

It bares the dusk to dawn

Undo the bolts embracing hues

Let a gleam of hope render all dues