Somewhere, Nowhere

Is there someplace I should be—
a corner of the world where my heart
might find its beat again?
I turn toward home, but hope
slips through the cracks;
the walls whisper secrets
I no longer understand.

And still, there’s nowhere to go,
no refuge to cradle these restless bones.
The roads stretch like veins,
carrying me further from where
I thought I belonged,
leading only to empty rooms
echoing with absence.

Is there something I should feel—
a call to the sea, a longing
as the sun bleeds into the horizon?
The waves rise and fall
like a lover’s breath in the dark,
but even they seem tired
of whispering my name.

Oh no!—
this ache that swells
like a storm in my chest,
this silence clinging
like salt on my skin.
I search the fading light
for answers,
but dusk keeps its secrets,
and still, I am nowhere
but here.