Who am I?
What do I seek?
What is it that I hope to find in this world?
Many things are all about me and people make me weep.
How can they go on knowing each day could be their last?
How can my sorrow be avenged?
The joys I have found…..how they help, on so many days even the memory keeps me alive.
Who am I destined for?
Who should I spend my life with?
Who is the one meant for me?
Am I vain to consider there is one out there meant for myself?
Or have I found him….and lost him again?
Did I throw away my one chance at true happiness?
Did I send away the one who loves me best?
Where will I go from here?
How will I go on?
What am I doing this for?
Since his death…nothing seems to really matter anymore.
I dedicate myself to my causes, but what does it really prove or even help?
Help me….
Help me….
Help me….
Where is my light?
Or can a heart as beaten and broken as mine truly love again?
Twisted and torn…my heart beats inside my chest.
Wild and free my spirit knows the way.
Is it time to follow?
Help…
Me…
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Good Job
I like this poem. It is feeled with emotion and true expressions. I have pondered upon the same questions that youve asked yourself in the poem. You kept your audience interested. Good Job!!
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the thing about my poems is that im the only audience they are intended for i use them as my release. i dont like to botle things up inside...not with my irish temper lol, but there are VERY few who i talk to about any of my inner emotions. its easier to just let it out this way. i'm glad you enjoyed it
thank you for your comment
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No problem. I use poetry in the same way. I look at poetry as my friend. I can write what ever I want to. Good Job with the poem. Good Job
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As always, truth is beautiful. And yet again, you allow us a glimpse into the darker corners of your soul.
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Wow...this is a truely sad poem. The pain an confusion you feel here is deafening. I gathered form this you lost the one you loved. I'm sorry...death is never an easy thing to deal with but with acceptance comes hope.
There is always a chance for love as long as hope is there. You will find someone and I hope that you will be happy in the end.
well done,
-Dusty-
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