Lost Souls

Where are you? My search takes me everywhere I find nothing Moving through the maze of life Hope guides me But grows weak with time Who are you? Someone from the past Or the future The hardest question to answer I wait for the answer But where will it come from Two souls moving through existence Are you searching as well You ask where am I? I’m neither here nor there Lost in thought But I wait eyes, heart and mind open Will you arrive Or will we forever be lost Who am I? I often ask myself the same question The answer also complicated Yet I’m simple A person of few needs You are one of those Looking for direction from you Where are you? Another one of my first attempts at poetry. I sent this to myself on June 4 2012, so it was written around that time. It was another attempt to leave the sonnet and venture into free verse. I didn't want to be limited by fxed form, but have since learned how much I actually enjoy fixed forms of poetry. The villanelle, Qautern, Quatrain, now the Terzanelle, and of course my original, the Shakespearean Sonnet, without the iambic redundancies of course, or should I say the iambic pentameter. I had read Lucilla Carrillo's poem Where are you, and reminded me of these words, although I think the two themes are different.