Faiths and secularities.
These irregularities.
I am unheld.
I am undone.
I am a man without a home.
Even though I live in a thousand places.
Faces of every kind.
Friendly and unkind.
I am fearful.
I have questions.
I am a man searching.
Even though I’ve walked a thousand ways.
Faiths and secularities.
These irregularities.
I am bound
with my own unknowing.
The deeper
I search within
the less I find and I am
only hours away from
admitting I am lost.
All Is Continuity 
and that is why man always fall short in understanding..
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I am a man without a home. Even though I live in a thousand places…wow…powerful and beautifully written. Thanks for sharing 🙂
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wise words.
men and women are simply different.
😉
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And we are all searching . . . even when we’re not really aware that we are. And not all of us are able to admit we are lost. This is an excellent poem. Thank you.
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Very nice work! Thanks for sharing.
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This is a wonderfully thought provoking piece. When I searched for God in my life, it seemed that, the closer I got to the answer, the more I realized how far I was from the answer…a paradox for me. Thanks for sharing. Well done!
Tracy H
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Searching searching, sometimes we spend our whole lives searching, for that which is never there.
Great piece, I could really relate to it, as often I find myself absolutely lost. I think in someway or another we are all lost.
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All these questions, and whom to ask… a dilemma indeed! These people? What do they know about me? Me? Heck, I am the one asking these questions…
But maybe a few iterations later, I will find the answer in “ME”
A lovely poem here! And I liked your writing style too! The rhymes and repetitions.. awesome!
Good luck with the directions…
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The deeper
I search within
the less I find and I am
only hours away from
admitting I am lost
We have all felt this way at one time or another. I am reminded of the advice for lost hikers: Stop where you are. If you keep wandering you will only lose yourself further. Stay put, and let yourself be found.
Thanks for visiting my site, as well.
Rhyme on!
Tim Keeton
(Undead)Poet / Wizard / Teller-of-tales
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Beautiful one, especially the last few lines. Hours away….
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beautiful. the last paragraph is extraordinary.
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Thanks for the comments everyone. They’re much appreciated. Also, I’ve been forming an addendum piece to follow this one.
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