taking.
everything.
why?
who?
when will it stop?
when did it start?
WHY did it start?
replacement to replacement
to replacements
reaching out to find nothing but air
will anything ever reach back?
I search.
Find what i think is what i yearned for.
Only to be proved wrong.
turning around to see what i missed along the way,
that had actually tried to reach out but,
i didn't see the hand that had raised and reached.
The kind smile.
i start to run to try and reach back,
but the hand has already dropped
found another.
My head spins seeing options
but not reaching in time.
But i will keep searching
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem