My Serch

I'm searching for someone.
The trees loom over my head.
My eyes are open, but they feel shut.
This road in front of me is long.
But, still, I go on.

I can hear the loud clap of thunder,
And smell the scent of rain blowing in the wind.
I do not let my legs tremble for I do not fear.

I've been down this lonely road before.
You could almost say we are friends.

No, we are closer.
Some might say I gave birth to this forsaken road.
Yet, still, I search.

I cry out your name into the black abyss!
All I hear is an echo in return.
My own voice mocks me.

The storm begins.
The road goes on.
The trees grow taller.
My search for you continues.

By: T.J. Tom
2/5/2020