such an abundance
it holds within
and many to which
it feels akin
but why in times
when all is felt
does it seem to it
not enough is dealt?
so much is held
that's yet unseen
but now it remains
in the constant -between-
the void of neither...
the unwanted - nor needed
just to be used-
tossed and mistreated.
will such a wealth
than be lost to all-
that into the void
it should choose to fall...
for all its given
and not to take
should it just sleep
and never again...
dare to wake.
~Candyce~
