Who Am I? Poem, by poetboy5454, at My poetic side

Recently it feels like almost everything has changed

I realize I don’t appreciate how things have been arranged

Now I’m falling down, heading to this darkness

Mouth dry, I try to speak, as I slip into this abyss

Each day I think about my actions, though more of what I haven’t done

Wondering if anything I do matters anymore, losing sight of the sun

Just like how I lost myself, scattered across my mind

Secrets motivations and meaning I’m struggling to find

Reaching out and grasping, feeling for the truth, yet it’s just empty air

I’ve roared against evil and I believe in making things fair

But my voice seems to be falling on deaf ears

Despite my hopes and dreams, I’m succumbing to my fears

Drunkenly I throw out my feeble fist against this wall of dread

Trying, needing to make a crack, make a difference before I’m dead

Uselessly I continue pounding with everything I am, thinking why

“Pounding with everything I am?” But then who am I?

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