My subtle thoughts disrupt my slumber,
Perhaps, because of an emptiness.
To the shores I lodge in a quest for content,
But there too,
Far aloof those lofty hills,
Standing in oblivion of the worldly things,
Surrounded by an ocean of desolation,
And as obsessed with loneliness as I.
But they are suave and careless,
And that is what emboldens me
For they teach me to be firm and indifferent,
In a world that’s full of egoism and cynicism.
I shall remain resolute,
And no longer ruffled.
And to the shores, I’ll keep going.
This post is in response to The Daily Prompt – ‘WIND’