Rapture

Silently searching for the reasons why I feel this way Like searching the heavens for a soul that has gone astray Eagerly waiting for my prayers to be patiently heard But there is no answer and I feel like a sheep in the herd. A constant emotion of not knowing where I belong Like a set of notes that are barely complied in a song Perfectly thought, yet nobody has played them along They summon a feeling, that escapes even the wisest of all. I lack inspiration and I’m writing as I go along Not easy to focus when no one's here to study my words The melody is building and I can’t grasp the theme for this poem A title is chosen Yet the tension is building in awe Searching for memories that might spark a glimmer of thought Yet I’m totally blank Writing is not easy when your mind is in the millionth place But I’m still attempting to win this race