A Quest

The words!
The words, the words!
They are not the answer.

Penned or spoken,
They are not the solution.

Searching between the syllables,
Among the individual letters
- Under dots,
Curves and lines -

I have not found the response to the riddle
To the enigma that clouds
- Haunting -
My mind.

In all humbleness

How to thank such generosity?
- For the blood that runs
And the air that makes breath -
Where to send the card?

What are the adequate words,
And how to pronounce them?

The fullness of life
- In all humbleness -
Is contained in me
By Great Design.

What is has always been.
How to thank Everlasting's set plans?

Awe is a mortal sentiment.

In Between Lines (Trapped)

Singing
(No)
Shouting
At the top of my voice

Afraid
Elated
Perpetually confused
(Life)
Overwhelmed

Grown
Love - Money - Tears

Sex - Joys - Bills
(Living)
Responsibility

Scraps of talent
Lost
(In)
The same routine

Coping
Entangled by my
(Self)
Crippling insecurity

Hopeful
Yet incredulous
(Denial)
The soul
Sabotaged

-Read carefully 2 poems in 1-