The search 1:1

I’ve lost my muse
I’ve lost my inspiration
My days are silent
My dreams are black
And empty

Strange to think
How one can affect another
So deeply
And now I am changed

Visions go round and round
I do everything to forget that I am
And soon I do fade
Into darkness

Searching grasping and so in need
Consumed by this black emptiness
Searching for some sign or light
And then suddenly I realize it is me

I am the light in the darkness
I am consumed by its peace
I am what’s found in the emptiness
Maybe something is searching for me

By honeyrangler Posted in poetry

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