I am forsaken with the contact lost

That must be regained at all cost.

This light shows only chaos and pain,

And everything seems to be in vain.

I need to be given the connection back

That spreads the warmer lights I lack.

Relieving my fear of any impending doom,

It shows a world of thoughts in bloom,

Crossed with wild notions for then to seed,

Since some hardier plants is what I need.

I do not know how the contact appears

And this waiting brings me rage and tears.

I have many lessons to learn, I know,

before my thoughts are able to grow.