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Mar 2013
I don't know.
I don't know.
every step i take, where do i go.
where do i go.
which way do i fumble forward.
which way to face toward.
So Demanding.
Demanding that i find my Future.
Can't i live my Life.
Life can some times seem to be silently Still.
Still doesn't mean it's not in The Motions.
The Motions are taking too long to find a Meaning.
Meaning that could gift me Reason.
Reason to continue this Fight.
Fighting for knowledge and Love.
Love of which I long for and someone to Understand.
Understanding the loneliness i feel, would bring a path to the Right.
Right of not direction, but path leading away from Despair.
Despair of which i have been consumed with for many Years.
Years that i slept Away.
Away i shall Go.
Going to find my Longings.
Longing i shall not bury Again.
Again, this will Repeat.
Repeating is what I do.
I don't....
I don't know.  Everything seems to be cycle of what I do.  The only thing different is that maybe the hole is either that much deeper or maybe that it's a vastly different hole each time?
Michael Ryan
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Michael Ryan  31/United States
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