Potential

there is so little of my heart that’s known to me or to you or to that higher power locked away in isolation with a madman I live within the narrow confines of my mind within the agony of attitude and conscience what is my potentiality for love or hate? will I live again amongst my sons and wives? will I know gratitude in the maturity of sons? future things are dim in this present light send a beacon I can see by and hope upon. Thus spoken from those dark recesses within A voice crying out to darkness and silence To plea with vacuum and empty space Longing to pledge a life to that safety That wholesome comfort of a father’s arms Cruel, sad joke upon the desperate souls Ghosts among the living too soon dead.