Where Would I Go?

Where would I go, that does not bring me back to you?

I look at you, and I am struck blind by what I cannot see. And yet, I seek.

I listen to you, and I am left deaf by what I cannot hear. And yet, I harken to your call.

I speak with you, and I am dumb for what I cannot say. And yet, I converse with angels.

You give everything and still I am empty.

Wanting.

The curse of every man. A void that this world cannot fill.

Longing.

For what I do not know. The impenetrable depths of this riddle called my life confound me.

Choosing.

Faith over Despair, I take another breath and live.