Longing To Be In Her Arms..

Cursing the world,and its ways,
I set out to find my peace;
Yearning for the dark,fearing the days,
I awaited my release.

Smiles hurting,but not the eyes,
In tears I sought refuge;
The abyss,and not the skies,
Seemed apt in the deluge.

Wounds yet to heal,unseen,
Crying for love,not herbs;
Betrayals still so green,
Who,was to own my trust?

Soul scorching,mind ablaze,
Resting on the funeral pyre;
Trapped in a cerebral maze
For love,I aspire.

But,again,I live in faith,
Believing in HIS plans;
End,surely,will this wait,
In her arms,I'll find trance.