The Search Poem by George ThoroughGood

Searching for a place with ultimate solidarity,
Confused in this world with no sense of clarity,
A sea of faces walk by without any familiarity,
Your mental severity has reached a state of hilarity.

How do you mend a heart that is broken?
Writing is stronger than words which are spoken,
And speaking them stranger than the impact they give,
Alone and content is the only way left to live.

In the midst of the mist which covers the skies,
The sun shines brightly into your eyes.

What left is truth and what is lies?
A question unanswered, the question of life