Touch the light,
How it shivers.

How it opens, frayed on the edges,
Afraid of itself.

The drawbridge is never open,
No map to find peace.

No treasure hunters paradise in my memories.

I find the walkway eluding me.
Find it at the other end of the sidewalk,
The end that's just begun.

And I've made my peace with no one.

God,
Dear Lord,
Save My Soul.

For it has been blackened by my tormentor.