Sick of Men

Sitting here in a yearning game

sick of men
with no faith

seekers, not of love

Simply drawn to my light,
bashing, lazing within my sight,

Tired, lonely

Dare I change my mind?
Raising up, casting off

Ignoring the plight,
sorrow, and sighs

I dream of worth men,

Whose yearning, churning
is for me..

Nothing more, Nothing less.

In to this night I trend,
Spreading fire and light

Dare I look upon my own sight?