I lived in a vacuum without words
a life without soul, a spiritual torture of sorts
An imaginary world without imagination
A physical whirlwind of confirming and conforming
It was an exile from my inner world
a detour to enhance the drive
but I found nothing of value
just a waning death dying
This time the dark didn’t have control
neither did I had any over the dark
We danced amidst the ether
to the music of our incapabilities to know
Now that I have arrived again
with no direction home
somewhere, anywhere and nowhere at all
I ask the same questions that I left to answers
Who (am I), why (am I) and what (am I)
the most important questions a seeker can ask, you persistently ask. answers will come in the time of ripeness, with no effort from you. persist. it is good. ❤️🙏🏼❤️
Your exile from your inner world is the main cause of your trouble . It is a sort of weakness we all suffering from . Changing socio-economic environment and technological innovation are , I think , two factors responsible for this psychological feeling among us . Your poetry is a soul-searching effort in this field . Turbulent minds until and unless concentrate , no overall changes in our mental set up is possible . We have to bring back our inner self into ourselves . Otherwise we will move like a hollow men in this beautiful world . We have to search beauty in our own soul . Otherwise your poetry will prevail . Thanks!
Seems like you are a thinker searching your soul.
Beautiful poem which expresses what we all feel at some point in our lives . I want to leave you with this thought of the great french writer and philosopher of the 17th century Blaise Pascal . I will quote in French ” ce qu’il y a de terrible avec la vérité c’est que quand on La cherche in la trouve ! ”
As you search for answers about your identity and the meaning may you embrace it when it is revealed to you
Time’s answer would be that “You simply are.” … with no justifiable reason. But that would be despair.
Art