Damned

I wanted so much to love. I wanted so much to be loved...., but no one saw me. No one looked deep enough to see what lies behind the boundary every soul places between themselves and the world.
I wanted so much to repair what has been stolen. Taken away without recourse. Left in the darkness never to be seen, never to be counted. Maybe it is just the purpose of life to hold nothing. I certainly will have met the criteria, never to hold the souls which God used to bitch new nothingness of a day.
Love has been wounded and slain. Who needs to look deeper into the abyss than this, who would want to? Never again to touch the face of a rose or to know its' beauty, only left the scars of darkness.
Which day shall the sun rise upon the heart, forgotten each day known only the fallen.
Left is only the survived pieces of a soul broken onto the plethora of the lost. Damned would be the heart that would show this. God would only dance with the soul that could want so much.

Lena L.