I sit and I wait, a paragon of pride--
Seeking to release the joy that sits alone.
A notion of importance that's on my side,
Smiling to itself when my own faults are shown.
Can we incite joy when we forget ourselves?
Because we emit this ray of hope and light
That struggles from the depths and, screaming out, delves
Back into the horror, praying for the sight
Of one. A single soul to ease what we need.
Soft hands caressing on a cool summer's eve;
A whispered word making me smile as I read;
Slightly clinging to me as I turn to leave.
We ask for so much in this world of mine.
Yet so little is needed to truly shine.