Existential Crisis

 In a frolic of hide and seek, 

You remain hidden from me tonight; 

O Guiding Star, 

Unseen in the darkness like a shadow, 

You perhaps appear with light. 

Oh, how I desire to see you. 

I weep over thee 

Like I would for a near one.

I feel restless to feel warm again. 

But tonight you seem like a stranger to me.

Cold, like a distant dream perhaps, 

You walked away tonight 

And took my dreams with you.

Perhaps that is why sleep refuses me tonight.

My salty tears turn themselves. 

Into waves of turbulent questions 

Over my mere existence and purpose.

Who am I? What am I? 

Without an identity or purpose?

© Suranya



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