Lost   XLI


Tell yourself tomorrow will be a better day
The sun will rise with its light and cast upon all things we see
We will smile from the better parts of our hearts, the ones we share most delicately 
But when the dark comes, when seeing is most difficult
We begin to feel what’s really inside
Held in our own embrace, alone in our quiet space
The truth begins to shed, the pain that rains down
Sweating tears from every pore 
Drowning in frowns