Waiting for a Silver Lining

I’m waiting for my silver lining.

I’m waiting for my one good thing.

When all I have is suffering,

I need my broken soul to sing.

I need to feel the joy of love.

I need to hear the songs of birds.

Springtime can’t come soon enough.

This darkness borders on absurd.

The universe is killing me.

Death’s rain falls like razorblades

falling from a sunless sky

as daylight dies as sunset fades.

I reach out for a helping hand

as loneliness descends.

As death’s dark shadows twilight sends,

I’ve reached the jagged cliff side’s end.