Within the spreading darkness,
I search for the truth.
Maybe I'll never find it,
Maybe it never gets smooth.
Within the spreading shadows.
I look for the happiness.
Maybe to forget it all,
This eternal sadness.
Within the spreading night,
I pray for the end.
Maybe to get rid of it,
In this dessert where I stand.
Within the spreading light,
I feel the trust.
Maybe to end this loneliness.
It almost feels like a must.
Within the spreading sparkles.
I can see my weakness.
Maybe I'm scared of it,
It makes me speechless.
Stephan van Pinksteren
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/within-12/
