Monday, 25 July 2011

The Little Search

And when I stepped down from the bed,
I could feel my feet no more.
Like everything else,it felt dead
Just a little too sore.

And I staggered towards nothingness,
Looking for things you had left behind.
My hands groping in the dark
Seeking the treasure I needed to find.

For I had read somewhere
That there my heart will also be
But I have been searching in vain,
And now,in the dark,I can no longer see.

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