Steeped In Time

This night as others like it are overflowing with sorrow. Openly, this aching heart admits it's pain is heavy, full of tears, waiting to be cried out. Silently their vigil keeping, remorse is life looked back on. Feeling the light of hope grow dim inside, knowing not, what else to do. Does not fan or bother to keep it alive, staring from empty eyes, sight having disappeared long ago, somewhere back in time. This night as others like it are overflowing with sorrow, steeped in time passing by.