Filling The Voids

Rowing across the rough sea; Wandering are ships, Up and down the stream. Not knowing where, The current is leading; Towards the destination, Or away from it. Engulfed in the blue, With no other Color to be seen; Longing they are, To see the land And the green. Yearning for a lighthouse, That shows direction To the navigating ships. Hankering for a calm, That softens the rough waves, And smoothens the rocky trips. Moving on, In the pursuit Of embracing the shore, Even with The darkness galore. With a strong belief, That You are there, To rescue them From what's not fair.

Freezing the blood gushing through veins; Pausing the thoughts running in the brain. Rendering all colors, as colorless; Making dark, even the brightest. Robbing you of all the valuables; Making poor, even the richest. Clouding all the joy and happiness, In the mist of gloom and sadness. It does it all, Corrodes even a rock. Comes like a visitor, With a gift of grief, Its - Loneliness on a spree.