There is no end to this....

There is no end to this mayhem....
There is no beginning of a new life....
All there is that is.....
Is a blank space ....
A question on Life and what I seek from it.

There is no dearth of choices to make....
There is no start and no finish....
A continuous journey ....
Of joy and despair....
A voyage far and wide.

It seems it's time to pack my bags....
Move on in search of myself...
Yet again...
I seek to seek myself...........
Yet again, I grope in the dark.

Darkness envelopes me....
Blurs my vision....
Yet again, I move on...
Wiping the tears that streak my cheeks.

Salty water streaming down my cheeks....
Welling up in my eyes...
Flooding over and....
Streaming down my cheeks.
 I can't see...... I can't focus....
Yet, I move on....
A  mist to wade through...
Unknown territory to know....
A light somewhere shines off and on....
What mystery lies ahead....
Knows not the bleeding heart...
Yet it wants to move on....
Yearning for a sign from the sky....
Seeking eternal blessing.

Long gone is the woman of passion and pride...
Long gone is the ego bright....
Long ago possessed by thoughts....
Long ago tormented by thoughts...
Now just an emptiness remains....
A blank sheet....
A fistful of Earth....
A vast ocean to sink in....
Mountains to vanish within.

There is no end to this....
It just goes on....
A cycle of life and death...
 Full on cycle of happiness and despair.
There is no end to this .... at all.