Darkness Called Home

I suppose all we can do is hope,

And wait,

As we prey in our own ways

Wearing our emotions inside,

To disguise,

With our pride that is slightly broken

Trying to be a whole,

With desires and find a place to hide their face,

No-one must know,

Of the waters that run alongside our fears.

With sweet whispers of moans, 

Of that cold of being alone,

Laying broken and still,

In the darkness called home.

Author's Note

Hope it sounds alright