the times are changing
leaves are turning
new doors opening
and chapters closing
the world keeps spinning
never ending
and i am sitting
waiting
i want to know
what the purpose is
i want to know
why i'm here
i want to know
who i am
[or, rather, who i am supposed to be]
20 doesn't feel much different
my bones still ache the same
my soul still shifts and flits about
my heart sits heavy in my chest
i'm no less tired, no less hungry
no less pained and no less stressed
no less unhappy, no less caught
caught in an act of folly,
caught up in loss of love
caught up in falling head over heels
caught up in worrying too much
caught up in missing sleep
as heavy lids slide closed for the fourth time,
i do believe it's much too late
[too late to save myself]
YOU ARE READING
Anthology of Me and other various poems
Poesíathe first 6 chapters are the original project I did my junior year of high school, the rest are other poems I wrote at varying times from then 'til now.
