PurgingThere are momentsAs I sit here in the dark.Where that brief light of happinessEchoesJust beyond my fingertips.I wait,in hope for a dreamThat can never be fulfilled. A history that will never be written, And a tale that won't ever be told.A legacy of truth, Of pain and torment, Of lust, delight and love That lingers deep within my heart. It is empty. It is hollow. It is void of sensationFor a simple touch in itself will Leave it ashen.Would it beThat a darkness churnedFrom the strength I do have, deep withinAnd for a moment,I can see a hope, a glimpse of light that teases just beyond the reac