Why must I feel? My arms reached into the shadows of hope longing for peace and simplicity. But none was to be found. In desperation I found myself walking into the arms of heaven and hell both both of which would have me.I felt the tears of an angel crying for me the soft faint whisper of truth.Taunting me perhaps this is not your time for life. As the cold hard truth rears its head I hold on to what life still exist in my heart. Hoping for an answer in why life has been so cruel. But still here I stand my hands empty not a friend not a love to help in such misery. So for time being I will stay in my dark presence and wait for a glimmer of hope for the warm touch of love.
