Lost In Finding Niche

By Aquib Bilal

Lost in finding niche,
A world where words fly,
Poetry sleeps by my side
And fire burns not to ashes,
But ignite new spirits.

Lost in finding niche,
Where honor runs in blood
And praise no cryptic blues,
Where no wolves sleep
Disguised among sheep.

Lost in finding niche,
In the world of the zombies,
Following filth, eating debris
Running black tar, espousing
Sunken grim and din.

Lost in finding niche,
Yellowing pages yelling,
Dying in corner of grief,
a numbed mind, dying.
Homing void verses.

Lost in finding niche,
As my blank verses die,
In the fondue of darkness,
I yearn for immortal chalice.
Tell me where can i find?