Where our consolation is

When tensions  push  deep splinters through our souls
And  noone near is keen to hear  woes..
When grief and sorrow shudder with our walls.
And whether all is lost we do not know

When what is in or out we cannot tell;
Reality and dream become confused.
When agony  like spears maims every cell.
When  sense and sensibility  bemuse.
.
He in whom we trusted willed to fail
For what he said was love was merely lust.
Then pain and disappointment make  us frail;
With torment know, this lover we can’t trust

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