Voice crying in emptiness.
Voicing out regardless of vast nothingness.
Dimmed light evolving through solid darkness in obscurity.
The spark of might in vulnerability.
That which emboldens the discreet thought inside.
That beneath the shame, there will be fame, beneath the pain there will be pleasure.
And beneath the doubt there is faith.
Be my sight in the current state of despair that I may see hope in the possibility of demise.
© kobby