A SEARCH

  
       "A SEARCH"

    A troubled soul,
   A desperate soul.  
Wanders through the alley of uncertainty,
With illusion so pure, so conspicuous
Engulfed in a wretched moment,
Wearies it down to the state of despair.
Disheartened, uninspired and dejected
Little does it find comfort,
 in anything, in nothing.
Still it wanders, wanders and wanders,
In a bleak hope to redeem,
Onto a flickering light.
The troubled soul,
The desperate soul,
Wanders through the alley of uncertainty.