Longings of a Tortured Soul

The night cries, pouring down tears
to the one abandoned
Sharing the burden too heavy to bear
weightless as it seemed.

The smiles and the laughter
Hides the agony and pain
As time goes yonder
Grows heavy as it gains.

The bed cushions the fragile skin
of a forlorn figure
Darkness basks his beauty within
no light could endure.

When daylight turns to dusk
The nocturne dance, and sing, and grin
But the dawn puts on the mask
And the masquerade begins.

Oh what glory is this when you are torn?
What grace is there yet to be born?
For darkness fades when light shines
And light is shun when darkness reigns.

The glamor that this face received
The trophies that this wisdom achieved
Makes no use to a tortured soul
When all there is have been unfold.