to the broken

we've got closed eyes
walking in dark rooms
blindfolds tightly bound
hands shaky
reaching out for truth
can you feel it
from your yearning fingers
that there's something more
than
nothing
its become all you know
this march of pleasure
just spiraling down..
but-everything is still unseen
arent your eyes tired from searching empty corners?
riding this fast
ship wrecked bound
voyage
smiling at a certain fate.
when will your soul cry
loud
loud enough
when will your knees hurt
hard enough..from falling
when will your lonely hands reach far enough
to touch
the wounds
of grace

1 john 2:16

For all that is in the world--the lust of the flesh,
the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life-
is not of the Father but is of the world.