Searching for an answer

An empty room with walls,

No window to stare through.

The four hold me steady,

And keep from being untrue.

I walk across and sit,

Closing my eyes to see.

An uneven cold surrounds,

Slowly settles into me.

The search for answers,

Is always hard and slow.

I spend aeons just looking,

As my inhibitions grow.

I frantically dig the dirt,

As my nails wither and crack.

The past remains buried,

Resolve is what I lack.

Unclear are the thoughts,

That loom beyond and now.

All around me is darkness,

Into me I allow.

It soothes me and liberates,

Fills me with all that never was.

The winds blow in a windowless room,

I'm no longer with no cause...