I am not happy, I don’t think I have been for a while.
I laugh, I smile, I crack jokes…but deep down,
I think of the ones I love, it gives me strength.
I pray, it gives me comfort…assurance.
I write, the paper soaks up my emotions.
Yet still, I am
I have found myself wandering, a nomad.
A homeless soul seeking shelter in others,
constantly running away from myself,
I try to empty myself in others,
try to fill my being with their presence.
Yet still, I remain hollow…
Silently crying for help,
seeking answers everywhere but within myself
and constantly hitting a dead end.
That better days will come.
My emptiness long gone,
my demons silenced once and for all.
solace from within.
Hush my soul, be still.