Silent Voice

A silent voice throughout my head

Why was I born?

I keep asking myself as I tread

After all my bouts I longed for embrace

Was it too much to ask?

I flipped my pages, never to find its trace

I gave my light and attention too

Was it not enough?

Should I have to beg to come-through?

I have done my all, tried and tested

Where will I go?

Nowhere to go, in search of soul to be rested

I bide myself with recreations of the flow

What is the point?

Thinking till the end maybe I’ll never know