Crushed is my soul; the world is collapsing.

Forgotten is my song; my muse has died.

Lost is my passion; my pen has no ink.

Longing is my heart; I need something good.

                      I need something to fill me with healing love.

Yet, I’m drifting away from happiness.

I am stuck in the mud and left wanting.

        However, I know not what it is I want.

So, now I search the horizon for strength.

A boulder to lay my foundation on.