Saturday, October 31, 2015


This is an original poem that I wrote and wanted to share on here. It's not the greatest thing ever written, but I hope you enjoy reading it.

Searching high,
Searching low,
Turning left and right.

What is it
That I seek?
Does it have a name?

Surrounded by everything,
But always alone.
Somethings in the air,
And ready to be found.
Ready to find
What can't be seen.
Searching in circles
I go round and round.

Sight, smell, sound, taste, touch.
With all five I search,
For what I can't see.

Does it have a name?
Will I know what it is
When I find it?
No one knows and
No one seems to care.

Blindly I search,
Until I can search no more.
When I stop I hope to find
What it is that I have
Been searching for.

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