Collection of Poems

How will I live

11/2/2023

I must be afraid

Afraid of the life I have played

For my past and present

Now set in cement

Unsure what my life has left

If my future has much heft

For I have done all I can

Yet I still question my character of man

For all those that I lived are gone

No one, over me, seems to fawn

Will I forever be on my own

Is my fate already sewn

I cry every Saturday

Searching for the right words to say

Yet I can never seem to talk

Or to another, start to walk

I hate the hand I've been dealt

For it's effect, I have felt

Why must I be sad

I cannot even gain a comrade

Let alone, someone to share my life with

It all seems to be a faraway myth

Enjoying every day and night

For myself, This world seems to spite