To feel alive, happy or sad,
yet burdened by a void so vast and bad.
Searching for purpose, both day and night,
lost in a place with no clear sight.
“Redemption will come by prayer,” they say,
but how can one be certain that way?
I’ve searched and searched, no truth to be found,
I’ve tried and tried to make life sound.
Still, the silence stretches, cold and wide,
a hollow path where doubts reside.
If meaning exists, it hides from view,
leaving me stranded, with nothing true.