The longing and the needing. The human
heart is an undeniable beast. Wanting and needing while enslaving you
along the way.
My own heart a tower that carries a
burden that no one in sight could ever hope to conquer. Soldeiring on
is all that I know the enemies before me all that I see but I long to
be engulfed in something that I know not what it is.
The feeling of missing and the longing
of something that I do not know. I wonder if someone can tell me that
which I am missing or for wha I am longing?
Whatever it is where might it be and
whomever assure me thay can deliver that which I nrequire above all
else?
I wonder why the self torture is so
great and what is it that I strive for in all that I do when all that
there are cannot look for more than a moment.
My desires surround me in more ways
than one can imagine. The senseless kept at a long and safe distance
while I battle on for one and for all.
Where is the destination that remains
far from my senses and what will I feel once I am there? For one to
deliver is all that I long for. For some I can put trust is all that
I need despite those numbers I strive to help. A teahcer is collected
the pupils unruled and there in is the sole puprose to turn the tabls
before me about face.
The horizon I squint at the distance is
I am scanning, a hope on the horizon is all that I crave. The year
has arrived the blip on line is but hidden by haze bit near to my
view.
For all that I long for can I trust
that someone will deliver?
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