Benighted as One

When locked away inside my head,
those lurid moments, I so dread.
As my thoughts, they out-pace,
all the madness of life's race.

Benighted musing is abound,
causing peace, to not be found.
Still all-alone, and deplete,
last thirst for love, will it secrete?

Insane to bring this all to bear,
on a single soul, is unfair.
Brought often down, to my knees,
begging for, someone to please.

I confront this deep despair,
without that one to hold and care.
That one-that-will understand,
that-one to hold, hand-in-hand.

Inquest for that one; to adore,
to have another mind, to explore.
For benighted minds, to-be as one,
and chase the darkness from the sun.

So my quest continues forth,
but its cold, as-in the north.
Contemplations in my mind,
inserting doubts, I may not find.

As my thoughts may bring fear,
they shall fade, when she draws near.
Forward thinking to that day,
when that one, comes my way.

Though locked inside, I shall wait,
hope for love to steel my fate.
Then side by side, not to tear,
one-on-one our thoughts we'll share.