Stumbling aimlessly
In the muffled darkness
Without a map,
I try to find myself
Who am I?
What am I?
Questions never cease
Answers never revealed
Others find themselves easily
They point and mock
At those without a clear path
Yet, through the despair and confusion
There is one thing I know,
I know I'm not you
YOU ARE READING
MindFull
PoetryWhen an artist lacks the ability to depict thoughts and feelings, they turn to words. Each poem is constructed in a moment of disparity, distress, or even overwhelming joy. Some even just discuss everyday life or the inner workings of an individual...
