Inspire the Uninspired

Dear reader, 

I'm searching in the dark.  

My arms and hands feel nothing but cold blackness. 

My feet can find no traction. 

I'm searching in the dark. 

I've forgotten the use of sight. 

I've befriended loneliness. 

Emptiness knows my name. 

I am the forgotten. 

I am the needy. 

I am the broken. 

You are searching in the dark. 

Your arms and hands feel nothing but cold blackness.

Your feet can find no traction.

Your searching in the dark.

You have forgotten the use of sight.

You have befriended loneliness.

Emptiness knows your name. 

You are the forgotten. 

You are the needy.

You are the broken. 

We will find eachother. 

And the darkness wont seem so dark at all. 

Stephen Albert Keech