SEARCHING FOR A LIGHT

I see them moving,
everyone moving forward
and I, taking a step back,
some would say absurd,
one of many words,

but I am just one of many
that slipped through the cracks,
herding words like shepherds,
writing, my aphrodisiac,

in one span of two realities,
I am willing if the ink still bleeds,
life has a need and my soul still feeds,

and with a steady hand
creating in the black,
suffers an insomniac,
is when thoughts begin to fight,
my fingers fiddling in the dark
searching for a light.