Searching And Reaching Out Poem by Michael Secrets

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