Am I still here?
Not my body, but my whole self
I feel like an empty soul with a body and a beating heart
What’s life without purpose?
Its like a feather on the blue sea
Afloat but lost…
What is breath with nothing to live for?
Empty life, I say
Lost for all time.
I walk miles in my head.
Searching for a place of quiet and rest
For peace in the deep of my breast
Somewhere to lie and just reminisce
And reflect on my past days
Where am I now?
Not necessarily though endowed with a great vocabulary,
Not necessarily though born in English Country,
Not necessarily though decorated with laurels in literature,
Not necessarily though entrenched in all formal language enhancer,
Necessarily though having a serious never-ending affair and not war-fare,
With Life and its moments of Fanfare;
With Love and its mystique eternity,
With Tears and its untold adversity;
With the cuckoo’s haunting tune,
And the Sunset’s crimson tone;
With the small sips of daily divinity,
That my lips find in tea’s unfailing integrity;
With the sleep’s sweet deja vu dreams,
And its fantasy inner realms;
With the child’s inherent innocence,
Yet unknown to fear and vengeance;
With those mature mind’s diligence,
And their willingness to guide with confidence;
With my undying passion for creativity,
And the daring attitude towards life’s negativity;
With Words Where I am Lost,
With Words Where I am Found.