Interim

I sit this night
spellbound...
I feel such resolution
So many things
uncertain
though thoughts filled with constitution
Am I mad?
Am I sane?
Will I ever love again??
Can one be so desolate
and yet feel vigor just the same? 
Pressing powers of the mind
or is it just a foolish game?
The angst not yet rescinded
and this chapters almost ended...
Will the longing ever wean?
Or the light again be seen?
Holding out for something more
Seeking truth from what's in store...