The Thing That Gnaws At Me

Could I be right, 

This thing I am thinking?

Could this be all; 

This life I have seen?

Could there be more;  

This yearning of mine?

If only the noise would go away,

Then I should hear it.

If only it wasn’t so dark,

Then I would see it.

If only I might find it,

Surely, then I would embrace it?