Stains

painting

I have buckets of tears,

For the  lonely.

I have few pennies,

For the empty.

 

I have a beating heart

For the hateful.

I have blankets

For the broken.

 

I try and try

To erase the void

But I feel so small,

And so vulnerable.

 

Can a hopeless have hope?

Can I last until dawn?

For this night is endless

For a life already shattered.