Searching

July 29, 2019

I keep waiting

I keep searching

The confusion all consuming

Was it real, is it real, does anyone care.

Is the memory that haunts me just that

and nothing more than a page in my diary

The circles are never ending

My mind never stops spinning

Leaving me dizzy, dazed and alone

in the darkness of my own shadow.

My core is shaken, my heart aching

I can't breath, I can't think,

there's no room for me,

I am suffocating in this black hole,

of confused emotion.

What is real, what is true,

what path is meant for me.

They say life is meant to be lived,

not a problem to be solved, then why

wont my brain stop, why is my soul restless and searching of

and my heart yearning for understanding.

Will I ever be seen, will someone truly care,

will love rescue me and accept me entirely,

or is my soul lost, its mission unknown,

its path surrounded by walls to high to climb.

This is my future, the unknown.

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