Questions

I am mortified to know how blind beings are.
Alas, I am one of them.
Where my soul takes me,
is somewhere far beyond anything.

Questions are still my doubts,
however none is answered.
How should I feel?
Why should I feel?

Disperesed were my emotions,
lost in the woods,
where sinister rule,
where uncertainty encompass me.

Breathless are my fears,
no signs of security everywhere i go.
Seems to me I know nothing and,
nothing knows me.

Perhaps it's a hidden side of me,
a mystery that folds in me.
Words may be read,
somehow if it's read, feel me then.

How long must my words be?
Infact,the shorter my words,
the better to sense me,
sense my all.