I find myself amiss inside,
As a boat that’s lost at sea,
Fighting off a wanderlust
That forever hinders me.
I cannot find the answers
In this restless wounded soul,
My futile search and my disdain…
Will forever more turn cold.
For what is this passion that I seek,
With such a fervent fire,
That has led me to such emptiness
Alone with dark desires.
One day I hope to calm the fears
And put upon the tide,
To return from feeling lost at sea,
To ever more reside.
-Antony King © 2018 R
