FredPeyer

Searching

I stuck my hand

Into the shadow

Of my soul

Searching for

Myself

But my hand

Balled into a fist

Emerged into the

Sunshine of my being

Empty

 

With wide open eyes

I stared into the abyss

Of my subconscious

Hoping to see

Rainbows of existence

But my eyes were blinded

By the inner sun

The brightness of me

Blinking, blinking

Seeing nothing

 

I cocked my head

Trying to listen

To the sounds

Of my essence

But the only waves

Swirling through

The ear canal

To my brain

Was the tinning

In my ears