We tremble through life draining plains. <br />In terrible trials do we all pain. <br />Fears, cries, sweat and pleas are proof. <br />With agony do our arms reach for some hope aloof. <br />Like stars who tell us darkness will not prevail, <br />We gaze into their lighted crescent vale <br />And yearn for that light to flood our dark dearth. <br />But with arms being so distanced from such hope, <br />It is never far away enough for our eyes to hold.<br /><br />Patrick Czyz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/never-far-away-4/
