Who the hell knows

grayc8814

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what I want, who I want to be or where I want to go.

I don't know who I want, what I'm thinking or how to fix any of my problems.

My mind is going a million different directions and I simply cannot keep up.

One day I want you, another day I need to be on my own.

Everyday I miss you, but I don't know what to do about it.

I need someone to tell me what to do or which path to take.

Because I myself, have no clue what to do.

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Gary Edward Geraci June 26th, 2017 21:46
The person in your poem seeks God; the existential longing for something apparently elusive; originating from deep within; shared by all of humanity; whether one knows it or not is superfluous. Our Lover wants us to grope...
Heather T June 26th, 2017 22:40
That is a God-shaped hole that can't be quenched by anything else. I can't express that any more eloquently than Gary did above. Love to you.

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