'The Dying of the Light'
The sorrow of the moment,
The breaking of the spirit that struggles
The loneliness of being alone,
Within the circles of your mind
The social being who longs for answers,
The craving to accept the limitations
The cruelties of human indifference,
The longing to unwind
Where are the answers to existence?
The meaning in being?
The misunderstood,
The torture of our time
No answers to the questions,
No talent can suffice
The mountains of doubt,
The price for humankind
©Mary Cecil