Searching

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