my heart cries out

My heart, my very soul, cries out for something, but I know not what it is

I cannot make it tell me why it cries

I cannot make it tell me what it is that it wants

I can only try

And still, the more I try, the more it seems to long

I cannot satisfy its needs

I know not its desire

What shall I do with this black hole in my soul, forever hungry, forever crying, forever making me question myself and run around searching for my place, a place that might not even exist

And still I search

And still I try

And still I question

And still I'm trapped