writing in the dark

I just want something
hot and sweaty
lips and hips
pressed into mine
I want the rage of the ocean
the hate of a hail storm
I want my life to be
gathered stones
thrown with precision
Give me an objective
give me something
anything
What good is rhyme
when there is no reason
I have courage
but I'm almost out of hope
I have tenacity
but I'm finding it hard to cope
What's your name again?
I know I'll forget
I've broken so many ties
and I cannot repent
I'm down to so few faces
what's one more?
Tell me everything will be okay
someday I might believe you
Tell me to hold on
help is on the way
like I haven't heard that one before
Play me another song
turn another page
begin the quickening
it starts here
small and quiet
it takes root tomorrow
and it's up to me
to keep it alive
Where is the hope
in a drowning world?
You'd better believe
that what you've got
not only floats
but is bulletproof, fireproof
can withstand decay
and your neighbor's thieving heart
Hold on
because what you have
is what everyone really needs.