Where is the love?

What do I do when i run out of tears to cry
each of us living in our separate universes,
each trying to reach,
to reach out and be understood and loved,
to be comforted by acceptance
and warmed by camaraderie.

What do I do when nothing seems real,
each of us slogging mindlessly,
in attempts to outdo the other,
all the while forgetting
that we yearn for friendship and love,
not daggers of betrayal or stabs of rejection.

What do I shout to the limitless sky,
when I feel my presence is insignificant and unneeded,
when I cry to God only to hear a wordless reply,
all the while forgetting
it is not in the tangibles that all is conveyed,
and yet the intangibles are so easily ignored, overlooked.

It is a shame, really,
that life runs in circles.
The journey is never straight,
never easy,
mostly because we get sidetracked by conflicts,
tensions occurring in our mistrust and fear.