The Wanting

The confused soul remains unfulfilled,

the agitation breaks the body,

And the mind cannot sleep.

Turning and tossing every night,

Hoping tomorrow will bring some relief.

But, all in vain,

As tomorrow decides to give up as well.

Frustrated, depressed all an illusion,

Yet, so powerful, it renders the body weak.

The mind is wobbling, and the breath cannot compete.

When will this stop, when will I have the answers?

The soul silently cries,

Then the rain comes down in form of tears

cleansing all that was clouding the mind.

I give up, the soul finally resolves,

Accepting its defeat,

Understanding that it wasn't meant to be.

But, fate had something else in-store,

Something else up its sleeve.