Reminisce, beloved

A feeling of emptiness,
Which I always feel.
Like being cursed,
In the wound of darkness.

In a sudden there is wind,
With a future that it brings,
Lift the darkness a deep pit,
Where holy light started flow in.

My savior, here I cheer,
I wait for you with all mere,
Enlighten me… Illuminate me,
Thanks for giving me that sort of feel.

In a moment the hallow grief,
Suffer tend to make me thrift,
Forecast futures try to make me shift,
Downpour cause my body heat ceased.

I look back at the little pit,
It is nothing more than a dream,
absenteeism and lacklustre is a fact,
I sleep still in my cosy seat.

I feel two hands at my hands,
I feel two legs at my legs,
I feel one head at my head,
I feel only me decide my own sake.