What is it that I want?
Clearly, I feel a void:
aimlessly I wander between
nothing seems to fill the missing space in my soul
that I’m in search for.
A wound cut deep
in a part of me I cannot see.
Without the location of its origin
I am reduced to a weaker version of myself
that lay helplessly as life spurts out,
gushing... Evenly spread,
dissipates this fantasy of being happy.