And so it came to be
this isolation that I am
I can only look to 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.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetrySo .... as the title suggests, this book is going to be comprised of poems and maybe short stories. I'm gonna change this up a little. Add some song lyrics and other...not so depressing poems lol
