The darkness calls again,
begging me to lose,
to welcome the cold embrace
that reaches up to take me.
My heart yearns again
for the first time in many months,
heavily desiring that which is present.
Hope rears its tired head once more.
In the end, what I so desperately seek
is nothing more than an illusion,
for I should know by now
that I am one
who shall never be loved.
It is my curse, my fate in life,
“for who could ever love a beast?”
© Johanna Fugitt 2017