I need a star
On this dark, solitary night
Bright enough to shine through desolation
Streaming through the cobwebbed shadows
Of my penitent, rueful soul.
I have lost all the light left in me
Humiliated, humbled, obsolete
Responsible for the raw deterioration
Of a utopian life.
I need the hope of a steady, burning flame
To pave my way out of obscurity,
The comfort of a warm, guiding hand
Through the murkiness of shame and grief,
The welcomed grace of forgiveness
Before guilt consumes the last of my soul.
I need my gleaming, steady star
To illuminate the dimness taking hold
As this endless night expands
And my breaking heart grows cold.