Where our consolation is

When tensions  push  sharp splinters through our souls
And into stranger’s ears we pour our woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder with our walls.
And whether all is lost we cannot know

When what is in or out we cannot tell;
Reality and dream become confused.
When spears of agony are felt to maim each cell.
When sensibility is utterly bemused.
.
He in whom we trusted wills to fail
For what he said was love was mere desire.
Then pain and disappointment make  us frail;
With torment know, this lover was a liar.

Then, having lost all other means to live,
We turn to darkness where our consolation is.