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Soul searching


Santra Maria Sebastian

My mind searches for answers 

Like the disillusioned ants

That wander aimlessly

Having lost the source of scent.

Half finished love letters

Composed to myself and abandoned

Litter the desktop of my mind.

My thoughts come in a

Stunted flow like a pen

That has almost run out of ink.

My love, why is it that you

Don't hear my voice anymore?

My throat has dried up

Like a well that has lost its source.

So come, I pray.

Listen to my apostrophes

That are directed only to you.

The endless night of misery

Will soon be upon us.

So let us live now

As nightingales singing

Their serenades to the night.

As souls that found

Their final eternal place of rest.

Having finally found home

In ourselves.