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Searching
I am searching
For a place to be heard.
I am searching-
For a voice I’m losing.
It’s slipping through my fingers
(Like water through the rocks)
Before I’ve ever really done anything.
I am drowning inside my heart
(This heart that is lifeless
It has found no way to work right)
Because of nothing real.
The days I dream away-
Living in other realities to run, run.
I am only living half myself
(Half a shard of nothing,
What is that worth?)
Not really being in color at all.
Is my reality even real-
When the days and nights
Struggle to exist separately?
(My life is a watercolor of splashing colors
That turn to dull and dead brown)
What am I, when I am only young?
(Young enough to be careless
Not too young to be naive)
Only so brave as a dead hope.
I am searching
And I doubt I will ever stop searching.
Comments
Tracey Underwood
Sun, 2022-03-06 15:26
Great!
I like the flow of your poem. You can hear the anguish in your voice. Nice job. Thanks for sharing.
Love and light. Namaste.
Abby
Mon, 2022-03-07 12:57
Thank you!
Thank you!
"To fly is to fall."
scribbler
Mon, 2022-03-07 13:52
Hi abby
we are all in search of something and it will be sheer luck if we find whatever it is. I'd try to find a way to eliminate some of the parentheses
MermaidMaster
Thu, 2022-03-10 19:27
woah nice poem
<3
MermaidMaster
Thu, 2022-03-10 19:28
woah nice poem
fire poetry man, cuts deep
<3