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Searching
Searching
The golden hue on faces all around
fades away as feelings are mound
we are nothing but dust
in this world of lust
We are flowers without pollen
like stars that have fallen
each with burdens to carry
and secrets to bury
Black bile in your mind while your heart cringes
the clean thatched window of your soul impinges
empty fulfillment phantom contentment
dress up your days of resentment
The purity of desire becomes poison
your body undergoes erosion
the devil disguised as time
snatches your final moments of sublime
For so many in this world are being torn apart
the mildest things seem like works of art
craving so much but not enough space in your soul to place it right
darkness takes over all emissions of light
Bitter mornings turn into melancholy nights with nothing growing in between
overlooked moments, serene
taking but not enough giving
dying but not enough living
You feel like a weak branch the universe built its nest on
in the summer's heat a home with an unwatered lawn
wanting the floods to subside
as quickly as they arise
Smooth waters become waves of dismay
trying to return your mind back to the bay
waiting for more
something else to live for
Sick sad searching soul
how will you make yourself whole
staring deep into a void to fill
but no hope lost, the Cosmos do not sit still
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