When An Epiphany Is Lost Within The Clouds Poem by James Darwin Smith II

A void once dead
Now filled
With seclusion
So far away
Yet, very close
An enigma at war
Weapon of unknown origins



And the once sweet scented air
Gone, nothing to smell
But quick residuals
Of what once was
And dreams
They cry out for more


Such a nomadic roam
Going from place to place
New faces to new faces
Never looking
Into the true problem
Of self and
The withering whole



Out of body
Travel afar
Find what is
Always looked for
Never straying away
From true admiration
Of a more reliable source



It hurts so badly
To be there
Only to be forgotten
Searching for reasons
Lost inside self
Trying to escape
Somehow
Finding answers
To be invisible
With no signs
Of a certain life's excursion


To love so deeply
In ways
One may be chosen
Unconditional in all
Even if it means
Emotionally scarring
Dreams to a an endless crossroad
Never returning
To a need
Crying for a sign
Something


Avoided for some reason
Heartfelt treason
Apathy can be a beautiful thing
But painful when it veers
Into the unknown
And silence is all that remains


Living in my own mind
Trying to get by
If only there was a way
To be everywhere
So I can find
What the explorer is searching for



So much confusion
Was it all just an illusion?
Does the source even care?



So mysterious
This endless riddle is
If only
These intentions
Were respected
In ways certainty
Would have stayed



I feel
That for which is lost
If only peace of mind
Would find its own way
And know I was here all along


This all comes straight from my heart
So tired of overthinking everything
Make me feel something for once
As this soul's void is filled
With something that was once avoided



Paradise, it finally time to come home
I was here for you
All along
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How do I exist to you?
If I exist at all