I find in me a hole,
left within without fill,
by before, my worries,
pains so surreal.

But in it I see
the cloud of silver linings,
bright hope that my mind holds,
though the surrounding green wither away
and the blue sky blanch.

The trees skeletal,
the sparkling lights are out,
but still I hold.
Hold dear to heart barely there,
the hopes of...