SEARCHING

 

Laying in a dark room alone I search for you.

On this bed I think about the times you fed me when my stomach was full.

I think about how you allowed one side of my face to smile while the other half shared the tears of a clown.

Body laid in protest, teach me how to push and no longer pull.

I'm searching!

So I thought the walls that surround me were made up of bricks and concrete.

Masked mirror lies.... DRYWALL

Where does my purpose begin?

Or am I asking the wrong question?

Is the purpose that I seek starts when I stand at the end replaying the journey that begun in my head?

Vomiting the intestines not destined to nourish...force fed!

I'm searching!

Warmth blown from the vents losing ground to the chill of the double pane glass.

Hurting from a thought and sorrow slouches shoulders to knees, double pain.

Loudness streaming with no vibe to shush until thine ears become distinctions of character to pluck away static...

Silence

Pollen flowing from the search of it.

Pump me once or twice...I cant breathe.....asthmatic 

I'm searching!

So I think.....

Or maybe its searching for me....