Beauty Arises Again.

From deep and dead places, Where lurking fear catches, Unwary and lonely, The souls who dare enter, To display from thereafter Addiction-prone faces, Beauty gets fettered again. Hidden, where darkness All beauty dispatches, No light-hearted laughter Lives long in those dungeons. Existing where alcohol Numbs, and leaves markings. But, beauty can rise yet again. Without any feeling Guilt soon lines the faces Of dying hearts, yearning For life without lies, yet Clutching still crutches means Much more than weakness, but Meaning arises with beauty again. The time comes when loving Is stronger than wanting. Hazy-eyed lethargy Subsides then to vibrancy. Love comes to show wisdom Is needed for living. Beauty then becomes freed And arises again.