You Said, You Lost Appeal

For months on end, you waited for your calling. You waited for something to come and ignite a spark and serve you pleasure. You sunk in an empty vessel where you poured your dread hoping that some kind of sorrow could fill the void and bear a resemblance to your comfort. You looked at the world with a lens wrapped in your yearning but I promise you that when god created you, he ran out of beauty and the kind of beauty that doesn't need a beholder. You were morphed with the truth that hollows bones and your light held a voice louder than ears could fathom, maybe that's why you never found an appeal much like yourself.