I left life for a little while...
Took a trip down memory lane.
What I found wasn't pleasant,
since then nothings been the same.
There's an emptiness inside,
growing larger every day.
Yet those closest to me,
can't see me fade away.
I'm drowning in my sorrow,
in this guilt...this strong remorse.
My life is getting shorter,
my visions getting worse.
Where might I find the answers?
When will this journey turn?
These questions haunt me daily,
while my heart slowly burns.
A change must be made,
or I will cease to be...
Only when that change is made,
will I be set free.
The Continuous Hunt
Stephen Yim
Tales abound a most beautiful flower "Purple Dream"
Blooming somewhere, no one had ever seen
Nothing in my pocket, pressure on my back
Started searching, high hopes kept me on track
Climbed the highest mountain, sailed the empty seas
Setback and misdirections, floating with the breeze
Am I falling for the biggest hoax in all history?
Could be fools' dreams, or a baseless mystery
Although "Purple Dream" had never found
Can't forget those secluded trails, wildflowers that abound
"It" might not on this map I hold
Yet still be out there, on a desolate crossroad
"Purple Dream" could soon be around
The continuous hunt to prove its existence, globally renowned
The Search
Paul E. Berube
I'm lost in a host of reflections,
surrounded by shadows of myself.
Those echoes return to concrete visions,
hidden behind walls of fear.
Does tomorrow not know, what was
should be buried with yesterday?
Is it madness that seeks this pain
pulsing it's song of futility?
I seek a lasting respite, hidden deep,
but seemingly out of reach.
Will silence avert my satiability
or will lunacy reign supreme?
Barriers may tumble with discovery.
I must never abandon this quest.
To admit defeat would be as
to believe I have never existed.
