The Longing

Now comes daylight through opening tired weary eye,
Well past seeing what should have been seen,
Awoken to the searing pain inside a reeling head,
Waning decades of librarys of knowledge gone awry,
All this and fear to an eternal degree therein.
Why oh why do men ignore that which makes them,
Women reap a harvest of foregone respect unto them,
But none has known the sufferage like the scorned.
Not a human on earth can relay such losses or doings,
Male nor female nay not a single being ever,
And what for should I a singular source trust instead,
It is the longing of my lifes sake and meaning sought,
Should fate become my lifes writ Im ready to be whole,
I'd tried the good fight and sought right over might,
Whom should know of mine gains or ways but my soul,
For no one creature knows that which awakens inside,
Here soon begets later in twilight essence,
I have returned to become what others cannot,
Are you there or has this just been an illusion,
My heart rends and wanes for a truth unobtainable.