Insomnia

Too many chick flicks and too much free time results in an overdose of analysis of a perfect life!

a little sigh escapes the lips
another tear slips
and on and on we go
looking for that one thing to show

the beauty of life around
love we surround...
and yet there is something amiss
something that holds us back from bliss

in perfection we dwell
with love our heart swells
tears tease the eyes
smiles conceal the sighs

what do we search when all is well?
why does it seem so much like hell
when the search in never ending and there is no goal in sight
when all is lost and no one understands the plight

i wonder what i search, i wonder what is left incomplete
i wonder where i wander, hope slowly depletes
and on and on we go
looking for something to show

and incomplete we leave
like this poem, with nothingness we bleed
and hope shines like gold glittering in the sky
with relief i look above, at the lonely darkness... and say goodbye...