It Poem by Khauri Teverbaugh

What has me bothered so?
What is it that draws tears from the well of my soul?
What is it that makes my heart pang and ache?
What is it that keeps my mind revolving for hours?

What is it my eyes are searching for in the dark corners of myself?
What is it I am looking for behind these array of topical doors?
What is it that makes my lips seep into a smile while my cheeks try desperately to conceal?

What is it that twists my body...
What is it that I speak and moan to...
despite vivid dreams and peaceful slumber?
What is it that echoes through me like a bottomless wonder?

What is it that yearns for my attention...
that pulls me into distraction...
that pushes my contemplations in its direction?