i wonder...

if words
may be the key
to one's soul
then i shall write

in hopes of reaching
what is inside
controlling
puppets of love...

tortured by an emotion
a feeling , perhaps
whatever it may be
it consumes me

although i have spoken of energy
of connections
of love
how can i not question: is it enough

it feels as if we are trapped
in some twisted mirage of a destiny
where we are to touch and taste and see
but never to be

what lesson is there for us
to gain
what unfinished duty
do we have
with each other

are we unravelling what was meant to be
hearts and love
dreams of day and night
all aside

meant to carry out our lives
in this manner
sinking into such sadness
feeling as if nothing matters

what have our souls done
to inherit this cell
created by whom or what
'tis a mystery

are the answers
as unclear as they seem
are the desires we seek
the wrong path

i do not know
as i stumble
tear after tear
and simply wonder...

s.m.