Quiet

Searching for my soul again.
These days It somehow seems
to always be around the bend.
Path twisted up and too entwined
with others who conceive the mind
must rule with iron bands
of will and power.

Isolated by self-choice.
Watching hours sliding by.
Avoiding what they call relationships.
Feeling all the pain.
They took the bliss.
Watching couples walking hand in hand.
Knowing that it doesn't make me sad.
Not anymore.
Turning down the interest in their eyes.
Seeking for the wisdom of the clear
and flowing skies.

All and all, a quiet kind of life.
Counting down the days until I die.
Still feeling quite abandoned by my soul.
(Perhaps already dead and just don't know...)

? Michaelette ?

10/01/2005
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