Solace

On and on goes the infinite piles,

When my thumb scrolls miles, miles after miles,

My eyes see only, a blur of names, 

With unfocused thoughts, unclear aims.

First at dusk, then from twilight,

All the way to dawn, through the midnight,

I seek all that, which I know is non-existent,

A hope for heart, although the mind is resistant.

Close to me, are all- friends and family,

Lonely, I am not, I’ve been told, apparently,

But when the need arises, from all on the list,

Scroll after scroll, not a single name exists,

To be available, to alleviate, the pain or the woes,

The numbness, panic, hatred or sorrows.

Then comes dawn, another day arises,

All the feelings are gone, numbness reprises.

Again start the efforts, with a little less grace,

All this in search of a savior, A SOLACE.