The Search Poem by Sabine Borrageiro

The Search



frenetically we scurry
through the dungeons of our minds
weaving this way
and that
dodging soul traffic
of those too dangerously close
we are not afraid of its
darkness
snuffing the candles that hang
precariously framed
in monochromed frames
on the walls of our
psycho-analytical thoughts
bravely we march on
our battered hearts firmly ensconced
in the safety of our back pockets
determined in our belief
that restitution belongs
only to the feeble-minded
we cannot see
or choose not to
the gentle hand of the stranger
reaching through the abyss
of our darkened turmoil
we cannot hear
or choose not to
their whispered promises
of gentleness and kaleidoscopic
love
for we are way too busy
frenetically scurrying

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Martin De Beer 28 November 2008

All we ever do is to please those around us. Maybe I must stop and start to think, am I happy? But then again will the world be happy? Sadness is good it is there it is here it is every were.

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Al Ramos 12 May 2008

That never ending search in the caverns of our heart, through every nook we seek that jewel that is there but so elusive. Nice write.

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