What Do I Want?

What is it that I want?

Clearly, I feel a void:

aimlessly I wander between 

family

friends

love

possessions

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.

This poem is about: 
Me

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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! 

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