(A short, contemplative piece about a journey within.)
My eyes look
Intently.
Searching for something.
Words maybe.
Mixed up.
Messed up.
Lost?
Or Feelings.
The utter emptiness.
Chaos.
Incomprehensible?
I try to hold on to
The Lost
The Incomprehensible
And
All that remains is
A Void.
Silence.
Maddening.
Delusional.
Unfathomable.
As I tread
Heavily.
Trying
To hold on to the slipping sand …
… Searching for myself.
