Friday, September 25, 2009


And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look into me
to find the way it all began -
this confusion, constant
hunger for something more than this
I strive to find this being
that I envision, yet seem to miss.
Could it be that I am empty-
or maybe a little lost?
Could it be that I am lonely,
or seek happiness at any cost?
This never-ending Something
that I am living deep inside,
depicts the illusion of myself
and all I have to hide.
This poem signifies the unknown strife inside me sometimes and i struggle to come into grips with it but then never do.


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