The Search.

Desolate, with an emptiness
My mind seeking something
Difficult to elucidate, I search
To find the answers buried in me.

Reckless in my search
To fill the vaccum within;
Little did I realize -
My pursuit would end, where it begun.

A Note

The silent breeze that passes
Touches in a soft way, Leaving me cold
Like Memories, which cannot be touched, just felt
But sometimes do leave you cold and stranded.