Where is the longing I once felt?
So strong, its illusion wrapped about me
Like a twisted corkscrew (with no beginning or end).
The search could be over, you know.
And then if it is, have I found what I wanted to find?
Or merely, I am half of a human-
Half weaker than you,
For I tempt to say I am exhausted of seeking
And what was to be sought, I am sure,
Was only a test to the endurance of my mind.
The threads are on the floor: unraveled,
Stepped over, bearing the nature of me
Now frozen in Time, with no concept
Of living today for tomorrow.
She gives me white, but nothing more
And I strain to see something in Life
That is not of my empty being.
It is barely breathing-
Feeling to live.
Simply killing-
Feeling to die.
