Diesel Powered

This morning a search for light

against the creep of dark

a barren soul wishes to ache

but I chase its yearning

with a bit of tweaking

I might one day call singing

my heart begins to turn

like an old cold diesel

left in the garage 

sputtering backfiring chugging

then it starts once again

giving just enough power

i tell myself it will

not always be like this

and look towards the sun

knowing someday i will reconnect

and today not knowing how