I am broken.
The winds slap me while I stand at a crossroads,
My mind unraveling its inner, sinister thoughts,
Its function to tear the figure I desperately held onto but with cold, vicious spite.
I am alone in this weary and taxing quest.
A search to find a true individual lost at sea.
Someone who stands with faith and not worldly desires
Some who I truly call – Me.
Its never easy, this journey of life
For the road itself is riddled with strife
At times you pass a field of happiness
Otherwise its just a meadow of gloom and sadness.
Death of the heart is very much common
In emotional terms, its pretty haunting
But death of a spiritual heart is strangely uncommon
And in effect, much worse and disturbing.
Its not what I want that matters anymore
But more of who I need
This ailing predicament of morals and values
Seeks one with guidance for him to heed.
(4th August, 2014)