this aching sorrow
wounded pain
alone without loneliness
filled yet lacking substance
what food is nourishment?
what sustenance sustains our souls?
my life is good
my happiness sincere
my friends true
my purpose progressing
yet inside I ache
dark silent empty hallways
what torch can burn here?
what music can i play?
what will warm these stone passages?
i have searched plato's heavens
i have navigated aristotle's earth
and yet i can't find simple fodder
no food for my soul
no drink for my thirsty heart
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