Jul 1, 2016
Penned (2)
“SEEKER”
For every footstep I hear, a pounce through my chest
Solitary, not a single soul can claim me
I stare at you while you stumble upon faces, searching the infinite
And I am one to wonder how to beseech the wanderer
To find a single sand amongst pebbles
A quest for answers to questions asked in thin air
When will I be descried?
For not so long now, every anguish might turn into despair
The dreaded silence is a punch to bear
Left with your shadow, a cape to my endless dreams
A cynosure to my existence you chose to forget
Oblivious, you still seek the infinite
Blissful with the millions
Ignoring the lifetime.
- © ME Ava. 2015.