Appealing

It is bad indeed and stupid for my dignity

To express my wish of never have known thee

Nor thine shallow remarks of peace

That thou pretendst to find in these.

For it is known as a dark place

But thou seemst to see grace

In its countless dungeons and corners

Of thousands of souls in terror.

But I, how loudly doth I speak?

It is my mind at its own peak

That shouts at seeing you composed

For it is darkness thou lovest most.

I, thou, we all must run and hide

And seek that further, so we see the light

Which was left us, by infinite love

We all know it comes from Above.

I cannot whisper it to thee,

It is too far for me to be

By thine side, for I've retired;

Will I ever be admired?