The uncertainty of life is eating away at me
The hopes of knowing my family is a small chance
Will I ever have hope for a future that makes sense
Will I ever know the truth
Will I ever have something close to normal
Will my thoughts stop repeating
Will I get better
Will I change even more
I don't know any of this
The answers are heavy
But anything is better than feeling empty and confused
My bleached white knuckles holding on
One is in the past
And the other trying to grasp my future
Like I am on the edge of a cliff
Trying to get onto another
I am constantly tired
My exhaustion is leading to lost hope
This isn't the life I was living
How do I know when I've stopped advancing
I'm at a brick wall with life
I can turn around
Or I can scrape my hands and climb
I have too little energy to do either
I'm fading it feels
My life is becoming dull
I'm feeling empty
And yet I still eat away at myself into further nothingness
Is this the life I will live with and bring into the future
Maybe the answer is better off unknown
But maybe it isn't
.t.b.
- Author: tb (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 28th, 2019 08:40
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been confused lately on who I've become and who I still wait to be, searching for the answers, the lack of them is eating away at me. After having my hopes crushed of meeting someone from my dad's family I've pushed myself further into confusion.
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Comments1
Wow this was breathtaking. I ran away from my dysfunctional family at 14, I remember this unanswerable feeling and I soon got lost in hip hop and disappeared for a few years.
It's not easy to stay level headed but I promise everything will work out in the end. Even smoother with a pen and words expressed like this, never forget you're wonderful gift.
We are all poets
Waiting to know it
Much peace and respect
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