The Happiness seeped from the corners of every room I went in.
The Despair had returned from nowhere,
Claiming me once more.
I aimlessly starred out of the window,
Looking for something,
But it’s hard to find what you’re looking for,
When you don’t even know what it is yourself.
Was it the fact i longed to be free.
Free from the burdens everyday life placed upon me.
Or was it the strain,
Of seeing my life through the drops of rain.
Was it the heart ache I felt for a lover,
Did I want to have another?
Was it all the questions?
The only thing I knew was I was searching,
It could have been for anything,
But I knew once I had found it,
My life would be complete.
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