i am in need,

please,

come to me.

take this heart,

this soul,

this mind,

and mold me in your hands.

listen to my thoughts,

my hopes,

my dreams,

and try to understand.

and if you see the need,

take this life,

and create in it some dream come true,

or devise a master plan

to undo –

un-mold –

destroy…

life –

is such a fragile toy!

solitude –
precursor to loneliness.

disassociation of self –
from soul.

plunged head first –
into this desolation…

where do you turn to find
acceptance –
what price – the need?

compassion comes,
but not without cost.

smiles –
transparent,
masking pain –
unrealized.

abandon –
cruel nemesis to faith,
prevails –

hurt sustains!