Things

there are things
dark and quiet
sacred & untold
they make me cry
want more
wish to feel less
because
there are always things


there are things
dark and lurking
profane & clawing
they make me cry
want
wish to hurt less
because
there were always more things


there are things
dark and unknown
mundane & developing
they make me pray
want less
wish to understand more
because I am made up of things