love left to find

rummaging through
the boxes
the bundles

the crowded corners

of the basement

of my mind

hold my life in containers...

my
memories....
my
methodology

have my methods led

me to a dead

end in my own mind

or....is there

still

love left to find

                   love....find me
                              what do you wait on
      why do you torment this
      soul so deep in
                       the dark with the spiders
      and the dust

am I to be searching
through containers my
entire life
when do I find that spark
to light my way
in my deepest lonely dark

they say....whoever they

are

that you needn't look or seek

far

too find what has been lost

it's always the last place

you look

seek and ye shall find

so, I retreat back to the crowded

corners of my mind

because I know inside the

crystal chambers of this

heart

 

there has to be

love

left

to

find