Passions Rekindled

A slow leaching feeling surrounds a few souls.
Slowly building, winding tendrils
Taking hold while we live our lives.
Unseen, unbidden it envelops us.

Realization does not banish it.
Realization only gives it strength.
Struggle as we may, we can only shift the load.
Until its weight becomes nature to us.

Life in a fog, we can barely see.
Bright lights, sharp extremes.
All is what shocks us. Bound, helpless.
Unable to even cry. The sorrow is life.

Desensitized, hollow, we no longer see our prison.
Endless black, a world with no change.
Alone peering, straining with all senses.
As dead as we are, we think we are strong.

Until the day we collide.
We realize there are others of our kind.
Lonely ships, lost soldiers.
We meet, embrace and part. Our lives bright for a moment.

Solitude descends once more.
Light passes back to darkness.
We return to our prison.
Thinking the familiarity is safety.

We leave the new life at the door.
Remembering the warmth of a touch.
The yearning obsesses us once more.
And we struggle anew.

Our passions rekindled.