Searching and searching.
Yet something pulls me back.
A desire for want, for love, for hate
A strength to hold, help, save.
To reach that one thing,
To once feels that embrace,
Longing for help, yet unable to speak,
To run on legs that stop from fear.
Wishing for light in a pitch black room
Asking questions when no one is there.
Searching and searching for that one thing.
Yet something pulls me back